Jumpy as a cricket today, can’t get much done on any front. Going to probate court tomorrow without a clue as to why. Two years this has been draggin’, lost a sister and lost a lotta money in the meantime.
Broke down and pulled out the cheater map in Book and Volume; hasn’t helped one so easily-lost as I. Though I can get around, I can’t get into places that I need to be, and my computer (in the game) is still downloading stuff quite on its own. Though I completed all five tasks as I was ordered, it seems there’s more to do, or hints along the way and now this map appears to let me know.
Storytron’s been abandoned for a week; it took too much time and mental energy all by its selfish self. Reading all the other books, but slowly. Spent some time back in Afternoon, A Story but without a brain to use or borrow, just not getting out of it what’s been put in.
Virginia Woolf, the bitch, won’t let me go. Found some lovely segments, found some dramatic story too, and will be writing shortly about what I’ve come to think of as Mrs. Dalloway on pot.
Tomorrow, though I need the time, I wish would pass me by.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology