through celestial spheres I soar

never ventured out after all. Kai didn't call me back, so something must have gotten in the way. just as well. I should have continued my housekeeping chores, but as always... after a shower whatever pep would reside in me just seems to vanish like goths before the sun.

listening to music and doing some research on behalf of the band instead wasn't bad either. and reading more of Allan Quatermain. I sort of miss the translated version I read fifteen years ago, I remember fondly its archaic phrasings and boy-book euphemisms. (of course, it was probably also heavily censored although I never knew back then.)

I've half a mind to go out foraging, but that means I've got to get dressed (boxers and slippers alone make up a rather awkward costume stylistically). and I'm not sure what kind of weather it is outside right now. I can always find myself some food at work. and our punching girl is due to arrive at eight in the morning, so I'd better try to get up for that, too. leaving work early tomorrow to inspect the rehearsal room of Rex & his band, as well. should be exciting.

I don't know how to live, but I've got a lot of toys

black Giovani jacket, unkempt, medium long black hair with a few bright streaks, narrowly groomed reddish goatee, grey shirt, black pants, black sneakers, elemental medallion, and to top it off a black Stetson tight-rimmed felt hat.

I showed up at work in this attire. that drew some attention from my co-workers. :-)

just got in from fetching an Americano, and then BadCop SMSes me. out again.

Rex tells me there's going to be some jammin' on our part tonight. Wee haw!

Lise is going to perform at Mir around 21, would have liked to see her as well, but. can't get it all.