Perhaps we'll be covered in a future article on 'desk snorting.'

Each night is different yet the same for her. She sits, staring at the flickering lights above and in front. The hours fly or crawl, as the strings of time get pulled faster or slower, but at a constant rate towards the end.

She sits. She breathes. She absorbs.

Occasionally she moves.

The bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom. Occasionally she cleans herself up and goes outside, looking for distraction.

And still the hours pass. Painstakingly slow. Extremely fast. Always to the end.

A victim of the Nightly Tinkering of Time.

Perhaps we'll be covered in a future article on 'desk snorting.'

Each night is different yet the same for her. She sits, staring at the flickering lights above and in front. The hours fly or crawl, as the strings of time get pulled faster or slower, but at a constant rate towards the end.

She sits. She breathes. She absorbs.

Occasionally she moves.

The bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom. Occasionally she cleans herself up and goes outside, looking for distraction.

And still the hours pass. Painstakingly slow. Extremely fast. Always to the end.

A victim of the Nightly Tinkering of Time.

This makes organic objects, such as alien cows exceptionally smooth and realistic.

Ever since I can remember, I've always wanted to fly, have an out of body experience, or astral project. Never was able to do it...but I do my best to put myself into a trance or an altered-type-state. I fail miserably every time, but some days, cool funky fresh stuff happens.

Last night, I layed in bed, flat on my back, hands out, legs out. I closed my eyes and began to see flashes of light, going from left to right. Lately I've been seeing more and more flashes of light, either left to right to from center to away. I then got a crystal clear image of a memory that I wasn't sure I really ever had. I still don't know if this really happened or not, but last night it was crystal clear.

Driving in a car with my grandfather, in his old green beat up Chrysler with the bubble wrap seat coverings....we're driving down Nogalitos street and I'm maybe three or four and playing with the door handle. The door handle opens and I fall out, clinging desperately to the seat belt. My grandfather grabs me, yanks me back in and tells me to NEVER do that again.

Despite this nastily scary dream/fact that popped me awake, I still play with door handles. As my friend Erin says "That's my Jenn."

This makes organic objects, such as alien cows exceptionally smooth and realistic.

Ever since I can remember, I've always wanted to fly, have an out of body experience, or astral project. Never was able to do it...but I do my best to put myself into a trance or an altered-type-state. I fail miserably every time, but some days, cool funky fresh stuff happens.

Last night, I layed in bed, flat on my back, hands out, legs out. I closed my eyes and began to see flashes of light, going from left to right. Lately I've been seeing more and more flashes of light, either left to right to from center to away. I then got a crystal clear image of a memory that I wasn't sure I really ever had. I still don't know if this really happened or not, but last night it was crystal clear.

Driving in a car with my grandfather, in his old green beat up Chrysler with the bubble wrap seat coverings....we're driving down Nogalitos street and I'm maybe three or four and playing with the door handle. The door handle opens and I fall out, clinging desperately to the seat belt. My grandfather grabs me, yanks me back in and tells me to NEVER do that again.

Despite this nastily scary dream/fact that popped me awake, I still play with door handles. As my friend Erin says "That's my Jenn."

And that's almost $7 in dog money.

How appropriate. "So Long Frank Lloyd Right" is playing.

The meeting happened today. It was...entertaining, to say the least. Very entertaining.

But through it all, things began to sour for me. The more time I spent there the more effort I was expending to be civil - the more effort it took not to be catty - the more I tried to loosen up. Some strange moments occurred when I realized I was so ingrained in trying to be polite, that I was staring blankly into the wall, not hearing a word that was said, deep in concentration to put together a sentence that wouldn't be taken wrong. Then the discussion turned to family matters. And those who know me well know that my family is shaky ground. I KNOW my family. Do not argue in their defense. Sit - listen - and absorb. She pushed, I snapped and let fly my history. That conversation ended abruptly with the realization of how rare an accepting family can be.

In all, it was a shaky night. By the end, I wanted to leave, and my heart was racing at the effort it was taking not to scream at this woman for extracting one of the best things the world ever offered me. I wore a shit eating grin to hide my fecal thoughts.

Thanks for that one, Milk and Cheese.

If Deener's reactions are any indication, the day went well...and after we went home, I resolved to let Deener go. I hope they are happy - Deener and The New Girl do NOT make a happy looking couple.

Then again, were we ever?

And that's almost $7 in dog money.

How appropriate. "So Long Frank Lloyd Right" is playing.

The meeting happened today. It was...entertaining, to say the least. Very entertaining.

But through it all, things began to sour for me. The more time I spent there the more effort I was expending to be civil - the more effort it took not to be catty - the more I tried to loosen up. Some strange moments occurred when I realized I was so ingrained in trying to be polite, that I was staring blankly into the wall, not hearing a word that was said, deep in concentration to put together a sentence that wouldn't be taken wrong. Then the discussion turned to family matters. And those who know me well know that my family is shaky ground. I KNOW my family. Do not argue in their defense. Sit - listen - and absorb. She pushed, I snapped and let fly my history. That conversation ended abruptly with the realization of how rare an accepting family can be.

In all, it was a shaky night. By the end, I wanted to leave, and my heart was racing at the effort it was taking not to scream at this woman for extracting one of the best things the world ever offered me. I wore a shit eating grin to hide my fecal thoughts.

Thanks for that one, Milk and Cheese.

If Deener's reactions are any indication, the day went well...and after we went home, I resolved to let Deener go. I hope they are happy - Deener and The New Girl do NOT make a happy looking couple.

Then again, were we ever?