The Illusionist (2006)


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Last night, I very nearly missed seeing Potted Potter because downtown San Francisco is a madhouse at this time of year. I should have anticipated that on a Saturday night, two weeks before Christmas, parking would be difficult to find, but it seemed like every parking garage was full! It took us half an hour just to find a place to leave the car, ( Read more... )

I had a call-in shift this afternoon, and for some silly reason I thought I wouldn't get it. But when I called in at eleven, Lisa cheerfully informed me that I was definitely working, so I had to rush and hurry to get showered and properly attired on time. I was on the sales floor and processing shipment, a combination guarenteed to keep me busy ( Read more... )

I'm alone in my room. My clean room. The laundry is done, all the sketches, half-stories, books, magazines, and catalogs are sorted and filed away. The trash has been taken away by the garbagemen, and the lightbulb has been changed for one that actually works.
I light some incense. Blue Rose. The smoke begins to rise from the small cone as I ( Read more... )