Murky

Missed a day! But forgiveness is paramount.

I did not expect to end up at Ming last night, and I did not expect to stay until 1:30 in the morning. Aren't surprises neat? Note to self: the Marco Polo is a damned tasty martini.

I feel swamped these days, in the literal "being sucked below the surface, into an asphyxiating quagmire of muck" sense. All of my jobs, all at once, seem to be screaming at me with urgent deadlines. It's all a bit deafening.

The trailer for Repo! the Genetic Opera brings me joy. I'm afraid to see the movie. What if it's not as good as the trailer? Tragedy!