my body has been craving sleep and enforcing that on me of late. It been long dreamless sleeps for the most part and I've been alternating five hour sleeps with the nine and ten hour sleeps without any seeming ryhme or reason.
It's turning out to be rather inconveniant.
I've got writing to do and a few other projects to attend to. could we maybe crash later.
Even tonights Social gathering was less cooky then usual, I fear we didn't shock or offend anywhere near as many people as usual.
I'll do better next time.
It did bring back a few old weird ideas and revive my intrest in a few others. The four pink socks of the apocalypse needs to be worked on soon, and also sowing chaos and dischord.
But writing is the big one right now and taking care of the raipier hilt design and construction. once we've done some of that I can ... finish a thought apparently. Whatever. I need to get out of here and go take care of some things.
Take care of yourselves,
Roving Jack
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You noted we weren't as cooky as usual too huh? We really didn't technically even get thrown out like usual. I of course have my theories on the whole thing. Part of which revolves around political conversations that I have find dreadfully uninspiring.
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