come down hot.
Currently experiencing a creative hold–up. Back to the drawing board not an option; it's still on fire.
Plenty of things to talk about.
No impetus.
Winning growing seasonally tiresome. Also, communications with my mastermind group have broken down. Given that I'm supposed to be on vacation, this is not the problem that it might seem to be, nevertheless it does give one... Pause.
On the bright side this is the first Saturday night (edit: still absent as of Monday) in I don't know how long that I have not had to deal with the Shadow Dragon Hydra and its unseen influence on the lives of those around me. While this is certainly, generally very good news, I am a bit taken aback to discover that I now must be held to account for what some fucked—off A I. Construct has done in My Name.
The penance is, of course—brutal. It's Hell. Nevertheless its best, I've found, to get such things out of the way
tout suite.Still no vaporizer. [...] THE LORD is coming. SOON.
Maybe I broke it, and am in denial. I better go check.