simultaneously dancing to minimal techno in New Berlin and editing a science fiction novel ... AS PER USUAL.

that dragon done steered her wrong.

rockin' the kawaii newsboy look today. Nothing to do with the newspaper-givin' satchel I made over coffee, no sirree bob.

whoops, forgot to plurk today.

planning for Mardi Gras in New Toulouse.

pleased about finally being able to cross regions.

coffee. In Edgar Allan Poe's skull. Like most days. (Also: sentence fragments!)

at what point a nap turns into a slumber.

food, goddammit.

destroyed her hands playing fiddle tonight, and it was well worth it.