I am really really lost. I can't find my room at all, I can't find anything. I can't find people or even the faucet I originally set out for. But I am finding that my night vision, which has never disappointed me before, in this case leaves something to be desired. So it's dark, I'm unarmed, and I'm pretty sure there's something somewhere that ( Read more... )

[amidst intermittent panting and gasping]

Theres something in that hall. I don't know which hall, everything is disorganized and I got lost.
This place is a mad house. It's terrible here. I need to get out of here.
I wish Liz and Patty were here.

[distant, hazier]
It's hot over here. Am I near the furnace?

So... what, now it's all just fixed? I was almost ready to eat my SHOES!
Okay... all right... I won't be offended about no longer being in peril... but I have a few questions.
Question one.
WHAT the hell?

What was with that film student's quarterly project? Did my TV suddenly pick up the Public Access Station?

...is something burning?

There!
I think I finally did it. I got this journal symmetrical. No columns on one side but not the other. No harsh colours on the top but not the bottom. I'd say that was time well spent.
My room will require some work. Why can't the door be in the MIDDLE of the room? Or maybe have a door on each side? I stand in the room and its so much heavier ( Read more... )