Working. Why does it feel as if I am always working?
Even when I sleep, I dream that I am working.
Live for the company, die for your country. Feh. Company they mean.
At least we wear black, our uniform, and our anonymity by design.
It is easier explaining to the woman who does my laundry that the stains are other. Other than the blood and entrails
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This is not a good regimen.
However, with the writing of the last installment, i finally have a plot goal that i am heading towards. Problem is finding the silly things to hide in each story, those are specifically mood dependent. :-)
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