So, you may be sitting here wondering, what the heck has happened to Kris? Did she get run over by a bus? Did she get thrown into jail? Is she somewhere where she hasn't any access to a computer? What happened?One word: onsite.
The three-day onsite turned into a two-week clusterfuck. i'm not happy. i have to be out there next week. I used to have a life...
So, in response, I am pulling a geographic. i'm leaving the country.
(Okay, i'm just going to Canada for the day. But leaving the country sounds so much better, doesn't it?)
I have an awful lot to tell, but no time in which to tell it.Typical.
End of next week, I should resume my usual journalling habits. Till then, though, count me among the missing.
it's there that no one will stare
at your jaws and your long fur
the claws in your fingersIt's in the past when the passersby laughed
at your strange way of speaking
your batteries leaking
oh nooh god no
they don't know
the New Zero—New Zero, Rasputina
outside: smalls like spring...
link: Art Frahn: A study on the effects of celery on loose elastic
dream: I dream of shooting stars, watching the stars fall from the sky in ones and clusters. I relaize that soon all the stars will be gone, and feel a great sense of peace.
