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Remember that other post, about taking a week off? Fuggedabadet.
Whee! Type like the wind! *Turns on fan in face. Papers blow everywhere. Swears. Turns off fan.*
And, b/c I firmly believe in both confusing and terrifying you, a (VERY) short excerpt.
Bruce giggled again. There was a crack in the ceiling. It wasn’t where the drip was coming from, but there were neon lights crawling out and twisting across the dark ceiling like a topographical map of a deep-sea chasm. (If he’d been sober, it would have struck him a very, very strange that that was the allegory he drew, even so stoned that Harvey appeared to be made of loops of string. As it was, he wasn’t sure he could say topographical. But it was so fucking funny.)