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mallorys_cameraWhere, oh where, did I go wrong?
I think by picking up the wrong travel brochure in Bardo.
Clearly, I was reaching for the glossy folder emblazoned, Enjoy your next incarnation as a veterinarian in the 1930s & 1940s Yorkshire Dales!
Instead, my astral fingers fumbled, & I picked up the one labeled, Be Cassandra while Western Civilization collapses around you! (Note: This material contains themes of intense sadness, depression, hopelessness, and emotional distress.)
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Anyway, yesterday I did regain a modicum of sanguinity: It was a bright, sunshiney, though intensely cold day & I shot the shit with a couple of my fellow tax-preparing wage slaves at the Schlock office who laughed at all my jokes and told me they never peddled product unless the client was clearly on the verge of being swept up in a financial maelstrom. Their eyes widened with admiration when I went into my patented rant about how companies bloated with middle management always update their perfectly functional software & support documents every year because that's the only way middle management can justify its existence.
I am a mouse trained on scraps! The things that keep me happy are so small! All I really need is an audience for an hour & a chance to show off how much I remember from my university economics classes.
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Came home & realized that Chapter 4 in the Work in Progress would be wayyyyyy too long if I followed my kinda/sorta outline. Really, I need to split it into a Chapter 4 and a Chapter 5!
And Chapter 4 has to end with an elliptical, evocative, & allusive conversation with the New Millennium Kingdom girl—
And here, I totally ran out of steam.
Because while it's staying light till 5pm now, it's still midnight at 6pm, and I can't work at night.
Which is weird because I'm perfectly capable of working at 4 o'clock in the morning when it's just as dark.
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So! Notes for the final climactic Chapter 4 WiP scene, which hopefully, I can polish off before I toddle off to the gym:
Brief review of the revolving signage on the New Millennium Kingdom table: COVID is God's Down Payment, The Blood of the Lamb Works Better Than Purell, etc, etc, etc.
One time I asked her (your enigmatic question & response goes here)
Another time I asked her, "But what did you do before this?"
She laughed and said, "I was a broker at Goldman Sachs."
Work Buy the dip, short the godless index into the dialog somehow.
Has to be some ruminations about the Universe's plan & the very last line will be the girl laughing at Grazia, Didn't we already decide that?
I think by picking up the wrong travel brochure in Bardo.
Clearly, I was reaching for the glossy folder emblazoned, Enjoy your next incarnation as a veterinarian in the 1930s & 1940s Yorkshire Dales!
Instead, my astral fingers fumbled, & I picked up the one labeled, Be Cassandra while Western Civilization collapses around you! (Note: This material contains themes of intense sadness, depression, hopelessness, and emotional distress.)
###
Anyway, yesterday I did regain a modicum of sanguinity: It was a bright, sunshiney, though intensely cold day & I shot the shit with a couple of my fellow tax-preparing wage slaves at the Schlock office who laughed at all my jokes and told me they never peddled product unless the client was clearly on the verge of being swept up in a financial maelstrom. Their eyes widened with admiration when I went into my patented rant about how companies bloated with middle management always update their perfectly functional software & support documents every year because that's the only way middle management can justify its existence.
I am a mouse trained on scraps! The things that keep me happy are so small! All I really need is an audience for an hour & a chance to show off how much I remember from my university economics classes.
###
Came home & realized that Chapter 4 in the Work in Progress would be wayyyyyy too long if I followed my kinda/sorta outline. Really, I need to split it into a Chapter 4 and a Chapter 5!
And Chapter 4 has to end with an elliptical, evocative, & allusive conversation with the New Millennium Kingdom girl—
And here, I totally ran out of steam.
Because while it's staying light till 5pm now, it's still midnight at 6pm, and I can't work at night.
Which is weird because I'm perfectly capable of working at 4 o'clock in the morning when it's just as dark.
###
So! Notes for the final climactic Chapter 4 WiP scene, which hopefully, I can polish off before I toddle off to the gym:
Brief review of the revolving signage on the New Millennium Kingdom table: COVID is God's Down Payment, The Blood of the Lamb Works Better Than Purell, etc, etc, etc.
One time I asked her (your enigmatic question & response goes here)
Another time I asked her, "But what did you do before this?"
She laughed and said, "I was a broker at Goldman Sachs."
Work Buy the dip, short the godless index into the dialog somehow.
Has to be some ruminations about the Universe's plan & the very last line will be the girl laughing at Grazia, Didn't we already decide that?
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