Crisis over
Okay then - everything's settled, or at least setting down. Back to normal... I guess. Uh... what were we doing? says my subconscious.
I pick up the guitar that I stopped practicing two and a half years ago. A and U and A and A and D and E and repeat.
I borrow and eat sci-fi RPG books.
I think about looking for work. About travelling. I make plans.
I take a look at the SFU student newspaper, and put the damn thing back down again.
I learn a new kind of art tha segues into body modification - henna.
Yeah. Where were we?
I pick up the guitar that I stopped practicing two and a half years ago. A and U and A and A and D and E and repeat.
I borrow and eat sci-fi RPG books.
I think about looking for work. About travelling. I make plans.
I take a look at the SFU student newspaper, and put the damn thing back down again.
I learn a new kind of art tha segues into body modification - henna.
Yeah. Where were we?