flux

I almost got into some fisticuffs on the bus home from work today.

Fortunately, I've sidled into a pleasant routine upon my return. As soon as the door closes, off come the clothes and the jewelry, and into a dangerously hot bath I go. I usually bring a book with me, and sometimes I'm really batshitfuckingtarded and set my laptop on my chest and surf SG while relaxing. I'm asking for it.

As my regular readers might recall, I've been spending a significant portion of each day poring over a vast textual corpus dealing with secret societies in general and those crazy, lovable Freemasons in particular. The best book so far has definitely been this oneI never knew that the remaining Knights of the Temple became pirates and fought the Vatican at sea and then went on to found the first colonies in the New World. Golly, history is so fascinating. However, my current pleasure read happens to be a RAW novel dealing with the Masons, so I'm starting to enter Mindfuck territory. Flux, the gibbering mess!

My hands are covered in paper cuts. I'm clumsy.

It was a beautiful day that including at least one tubsoak, the only real prerequisite to glorygloryonhigh level happiness. I'm sleepy.

GIBBER!