Time has ceased to make any kind of coherent sense. Last summer feels like ten years ago and stuff that I wrote on this very blog in the middle of July might as well have been in the middle of the winter. Everything is slippery and shiny. I blame the heat, which has worked as an accellerant on the stress, the weariness, the general why-am-I-hear-ness. Plus no sleep. I spent two hours last night hallucinating I was Spider-Man. (Ultimate Spider-Man, if you must know.) His life is no easier nor harder than mine. It's just different.

That tattoo idea is looking better and better. And speaking of which, I should really do an "after" pic of Sera to update you all cuz she is all healed up and very purdy. And the last time you saw her she was Dark Mark fresh and covered in blood. So it's sort of a different tale.

I am going to start working on my Hallowe'en costume today, and also go on an Avengers jag. These are my go-to "safe places."

"Wear some golf shoes, otherwise we'll never get out of this place alive. Impossible to walk in this muck. No footing at all." - Hunter S. Thompson