Reconstruction.

We have the original earrings, and *checks* yes, the EAR is still here.
So, perhaps we can take another photo for this journal.
For some reason though (a fleeting moment of sanity perhaps?) I don't seem to have the will to do it. So, for now, this is as it is.

Life here in Bugsplat is busy in a good way, and busy in a bad way.

1. Busy in a good way
~ organising a trip east!
~ bellydancing three times a week plus a costume project
~ studying contemporary ballet/jazz fusion once a week with a wonderful teacher
~ art classes start again next week
~ four new songs and they are goooooooood ones

2. Busy in a bad way
~ organising belly dance stuff that is way too complicated and feels irritating and letting people get to me, when I should be remembering that these are Calypso's students not mine and that she likes being a belly dance teacher and it is okay for me not to like doing that but I'm only doing it because Calypso can't organise her way out of a wet paper bag and she know it (signed Trouble)
~ my HIDEOUS new job, oh it is much worse than I thought it would be, and my expectations were low. Maybe it will get better. The problems are all complicated and related to *cough* our little dissociative issues. We thought we were ready but we're not. See, it was quiet at the Bureau. Peaceful, even. We were in charge and that always helps. Now we are not in charge. Now there are horrible noises constantly. And we are having bad feelings to do with our job that we used to have a long time ago (I was locked in a dungeon at the time, so forgive me if I get the dates wrong) back in the early nineties. That is like a legendary time for them (Castle types mostly) especially for those who never quite let it go. LET IT GO, I say.

I'm not supposed to write here as myself. As Trouble. But you people deserve an update. Normal (Castle types) service will resume at some point.

National Sparks & Firestarters.

After a very pleasant two months since leaving my job as Manager of the Bugsplat Tourist Bureau and swanning about (like the bohemian writer described somewhat longingly by my buddy Dave) from creative project to creative project, I have accidentally ended up with a job again. Dammit.

This one is at least paid quite well. It is part time. It is in Littlesplat with the National Sparks and Firestarters, as a casual clerical officer. Super Temp!

Cape & Tights optional.