Tick-Tock goes the...

My 16 fl oz Starbucks LightNote is 15 fl oz lighter than it was two hours ago and significantly colder, making me significantly more awake and signficicantly more prone to nonsensical scribble scrabble such as this.

There was a fire drill this morning. I brought my guitar to work so took it to a picnic table outside and played for twenty minutes. I'm wearing a dress over a pair of jeans today. La vie bohemme. Mike told me I look weird. I think I look cool.

I've been in touch with The Director, Tom. At this point, I don't want to put anything down in text. But, i'll say this: there is the prospect of something exciting on the horizon. Something that may keep me around for a bit ...

Europe feels like it is slipping through my fingers like sand. Or water. No... slower. Definitely like sand. Though, if it all drains to the last grain, I can always flip the hourglass over and start anew. I do that a lot. Handy device, the hourglass. Much more efficient than that damned ticking clock.

Speaking of clocks.

"Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life." - William Faulkner

Read The Sound and the Fury if you don't believe me.

Back to work. Boss is giving me the look.