and in absurd news

Last night my father sort of went missing, but I shrugged it off assuming that he just bribed someone to let him stay overnight at the hospital with mom.

It turns out there was a fire at the hospital and the hospital was put on lockdown so he got trapped there.

So everyone is fine, but what the hell?

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I just reread an entire RPS series I wrote back in 2004, under a different name, because discretion seemed important (although clearly not important enough for me not to write it). The thing is? It's pretty fucking artful. It reminded me of what a good writer I can be. It's sharp and awkward but oh so useless.

Funny thing to revisit. That is all.

Work now.