Crisis over

Okay then - everything's settled, or at least setting down. Back to normal... I guess. Uh... what were we doing? says my subconscious.

I pick up the guitar that I stopped practicing two and a half years ago. A and U and A and A and D and E and repeat.

I borrow and eat sci-fi RPG books.

I think about looking for work. About travelling. I make plans.

I take a look at the SFU student newspaper, and put the damn thing back down again.

I learn a new kind of art tha segues into body modification - henna.

Yeah. Where were we?