The slow bleed

Maybe it's self-fulfilling. I think "i'm not going to get any sleep" and so I make myself anxious. And when I'm anxious, I can't sleep. It's a thought.

Thoughts are another thing keeping me up.

( Emma and Turtle in the Morning... )

I was getting pretty cold, and my Parka wasn't finished, and would attract attention if it was (I don't see many people wearing nice stuff in the scab). Plus, what I really need for this weather is my gutskin jacket to keep me dry. I bought some more layers off of Fire-Dancer to keep me warm, but when I head back out into the rain, I find that the material didn't keep me warm when it was wet. I found a place where I could hunker and watch the cops, next to the pizza place, but I still got pretty wet.

( A kind soul )

( Why am I agreeing with a cannibal? )

( I'm not even sure what I'm doing anymore, just that Maddie is innocent. )

It's not wet. I'm standing in the water. The river. Turtle is near by, with his dog. I'll say hi again.