But not enough to get myself organized..."
-- The The, Infected (circa 1986)
"Drizzle, drazzle, drozzle, drome,
Time for zis one to come home."
-- Mister Turtle
I am pretty useless today. My mind is awash with the possibilities of becoming haunt-ful again. Part of it is the season, part of it is talking to Paul, part of it is the serendipity of things converging again.
Wanting to get out of the contract engineering game.
Wanting to stop working for other people, and work with other people.
Wanting to do haunt-related things.
Planning to go to Kansas City for the haunts, and circumstances locking me into one weekend.
Coincidentally, Paul, Corey, and Mark all coming down to Kansas city to go to the same haunts on the same weekend.
I am all tingly. And my mind is running gleefully amongst zombies and monsters and creepy atmospheres and lighting and sound. And the mundane world of work is so very far, far away...