snow-covered skylight
I'm at work today.
Everything's weird.
I wonder how many people have been killed by falling icicles today - while I was standing out in front of the check-cashing place on Powell, with a huge spiky canopy of icicles, they began to fall down in big, icy, homicidal chunks.
I look like crap and I've got a headache. And yet, I'm in a good mood. I think it's all the cashmere I've got on. Also, I always have a pretty good mood in a crisis; it's my body's response to "mild panic".
I really want to hang out with people - more than just about anything in the world - and yet I am trying to concentrate on the next wovel chapter so I can get it written completely on Thursday and have a weekend. Help me out - read it and vote so that the reader choice is crystal clear. It looks pretty clear at the moment, but that can always change.
Everything's weird.
I wonder how many people have been killed by falling icicles today - while I was standing out in front of the check-cashing place on Powell, with a huge spiky canopy of icicles, they began to fall down in big, icy, homicidal chunks.
I look like crap and I've got a headache. And yet, I'm in a good mood. I think it's all the cashmere I've got on. Also, I always have a pretty good mood in a crisis; it's my body's response to "mild panic".
I really want to hang out with people - more than just about anything in the world - and yet I am trying to concentrate on the next wovel chapter so I can get it written completely on Thursday and have a weekend. Help me out - read it and vote so that the reader choice is crystal clear. It looks pretty clear at the moment, but that can always change.