ya i suck

but i do love you all and i'm not dead. ner.

(pee.ess. have dropped study, working back at my old museum where faces have changed but politics is getting sillier. also weird smells in my office, last week kind of old sock like til i managed to obliterate it with constant coffee-drinking. this week smells of napthalene. i don't know what they're putting in the coffee. perhaps signs are telling me to leave when in the past coupla weeks i've heard: full time job going at the Tea Centre [might be a problem as I would refuse to sell lovely tea to dickheads], Museum Victoria [oh, would love to live in Melbourne], and now Threads and More [gorgeous crafty stuff to gawp at and a very nice cafe too]. but heeding signs and narrative expectation has never brought me the best of luck)