It’s so much harder to write things when you’ve spent the week working, worrying, and not getting home until well after dark. I’m no good to anyone on a nervous stomach, so hopefully I can throw you some news about gleeful triumph OR terrible sorrow within the next few days.

I know I don’t believe in God or karma or any of that stuff, but on the slim chance that psychic power holds a little sway in this world – and because of the X-Files, I choose to believe that it does – could everyone please hope really hard that a couple of things go our way?

About erineph

I'm Erin. I have tattoos and more than one cat. I am an office drone, a music writer, and an erstwhile bartender. I am a cook in the bedroom and a whore in the kitchen. Things I enjoy include but are not limited to zombies, burritos, Cthulhu, Kurt Vonnegut, Keith Richards, accordions, perfumery, and wearing fat pants in the privacy of my own home.
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