Today was one of those days, you know, the ones where everything seems to be going well until you hear someone say: 'Onyx, why don't you sit with me and explain this to me' at exactly 1655hrs and all your brain is capable of computing is how to escape to the nearest empty pod. I … Continue reading Details [Onyx]
Brakes work. I have that, to report. Fingernails still have a patchy, stubborn grey mess staining their underside. Probably a good thing I’m not dating anyone at the moment, as I'm sure anyone but me would put up with that. Need to pick up a nail brush and some grease cleaner if I’m going to … Continue reading Meat-bag [Le Sueur]
Filled the day with simple activities, reflecting on life as I did. It was quiet. Perhaps, even, peaceful.
A day spent planning, sorting out supplies for the month, and avoiding a cheap scam.
Four walls. It doesn't matter if you live in the Citadel or in the Belt, you are always bound to four walls. 'Move to the belt' they said. 'The extra oxygen will regenerate you'- they claimed in between gulps of rare champagne and inhales of illegally imported cigars. I should have known better. Decisions made … Continue reading Four Walls [Onyx]
Staring the work-year with good intentions. Let's see if I can keep them.
It is a new decade. The next loop around our star has begun. Where to go from here?