Year of Spring

Its the last day in January, and I'm sitting on the fire escape with Narissa. We are sweating from the heat. This is just wrong. Did the apocalypse start but I missed the signs?

Countdown

Some people think I'm a masochist.

Maybe they're right.

My day always begins at midnight. Why should this one be any different? 6 hours and counting...

After night fall

My life starts after most people have gone to bed. I'm not sure if that's lonely or liberating.

silence

I've been an unmotivated girl lately. It's just so hard to juggle a career, a life, and still find time to tilt at windmills...I mean chase monsters. So I've been taking a break from the windmill thing, only to realize that I like it, and it's what I really want to do with my life. Problem is, it doesn't pay the bills. So I sink all of my time and energy doing my "real job" even though teaching spoiled college kids is about as rewarding as - well, gosh, I can't think of anything to compare it to. Yelling in an empty room, maybe. But it's time to buckle down, because I have a CALLING, and it's, well, for lack of a better word, it's calling me. And I hear it, loud and clear.