poi

It’s Wednesday, and thank you for spending the morning with me. At least, that’s what they say on the local news. It’s another stupidly humid day, and I’m drinking a coffee while Mal cries at the bottom of the stairs. Yesterday’s shift was decent. It was steady at times, but never reached the point where…

I’ve got shit to do, and I’m doing it all with purple hair.

Spinning poi under the glow of gunpowder, and trying to put things in order without losing any more of my sanity.