Falling Angels: Chapter Three

Visiting the Farm was it's usual chaotic insane and grounding experience. I spent most of the trip home chewing over the fact that maybe living alone was leading me to be freaked out more easily than perhaps was entirely healthy.

( chapter 3 )

Falling Angels: Chapter Four

I got to have two weeks and three days of normal before the shit came down.

( chapter 4. lost coutn of gins )

Falling Angels: Chapter Five

The trouble with having somebody who is a major force of personality running a project is that when the person is gone the project falters. It doesn't matter how well the system works or how much sense it makes, the people who take part in the project on a daily basis look to that leadership. For weeks after Wayne's disappearance we spent a ridiculous amount of time enforcing systems that had previously worked effortlessly for years. I spent a lot of time feeling like I was pounding rounds pegs into round holes.

( loist count of G&T )

Falling Angels: Chapter Six

I don't have pets that need feeding. I don't have plants that need watering. Yet somehow I feel like my house misses me when I'm gone for a long time. It's nothing concrete - maybe it's just he extra layer of dust or the fact that the silence has developed legs and started walking around and cussing. But coming home after an extended absence still feels likes like a relief, like something was holding it's breath.

( chapter six. forget how much to drink )

Falling Angels: Chapter Seven

The morning we left to go look for Wayne I was utterly unrepentantly drunk.

( Chapter Seven. I go now & make myself a sandwich )

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I am drunkz0r.

I go to bed now.

Ow

My head hurts.