Other than that whole decomposing thing, I slept like the dead last
night. A small bout of waking up at around 2:30 or so, then back to bed.
A good ten hours of suspended bliss in clean sheets. I was smart enough
to do laundry before I left (since I was delayed it seemed like a good
thing to do), and I only had to make the bed before crashing into warm
oblivion.
The apartment is a holy mess. The new pope says so. Much in the way of
trash needs to be taken out back and shot, and I need to really organize
and figure out what's left-- a kind of triage. Part of me wishes I could
just dump the whole thing and be done, but there are much better uses
for the things that I have down here when I get back home, and really
there is a lot of stuff in the Big Broken Box(tm) that will be going
away shortly.
There will most likely be writing today. Playing in someone else's
sandbox, but some of this stuff I just have to get out of my head. There
are still a couple of character relationships that I need to figure out
(hey
saveau, I have some questions that I want to bounce offof you... After Prey, I think it's high time that Cassie and
Ashcroft meet).
So close.
