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Mad Moon Rising
11/03/2009 11:20 pmIt's been a wonderful year so far. That was until Sunday. Had a good day at work. It was catching the Bus from Hell that made Izzie suspect that something was suss. The newfangled gas buses are bad at the best of times. All jerky and noisy and seriously irritating to sensitive serpents. But by the time the Izzie got to her destination, it felt like an hour in a spin dryer.
That is always a bad sign. It means that the evil green protective shield is flickering and could crash any minute. After two days of the Diva of Dementors and her dippy dopey daughters - spending the last 20 minutes of the shift putting up with their shit - and that is literally - when other far more deserving and beautiful souls needed it - was just the thing to start the serpent weekend with.
Izzie should seriously start taking notes - this woman and her pathetic plastic progeny are so creepy that even Stephen King would not put them in his novels since they are just so beyond belief
Dementors, vampires and banshees and a full moon are a bad combination. Even a ten minute shower could not wash the evilness away. It certainly was not helped by the change from yesterday's hot and dry 37 celsius to today's milder 29 but accompanied by disgusting humidity and sort of stormy weather - or as they say over east - going troppo weather
Was totally drained and exhausted but was not going to let that get in the way of a proper full moon picnic by the river. It was looking quite cloudy but decided that it is better to take a chance and get clouds than to slink about the Lair sulking only to find that we missed the moon because the clouds had gone
It was so funny. Little did Izzie know that one day after doing that Potter character quiz and ending up as Mad Eye Moody - that we'd spend the next day in a state of totally neurotic and paranoid hypervigilance.
You can't call it real paranoia in the sense that if your feelings declare that everyone is out to get you and your mind knows that it is a whole pile of rubbish, that even if the feelings get their way, the presence of the little inner voice - no matter how tiny - it means that sanity still somehow prevails
The guy dropping by the bus stop and giving Izzie the bus ticket with 90 minutes on it that he no longer needed should have been omen enough to snap out of the stupidity, along with the strange state of catching the pretty pink moon on the horizon almost as soon as it first appeared (it's usually half way before finally finding it) and for it then to disappear into a fat bed of cotton wool some 15 minutes later when it was far more likely for it not to be visible at all due to all those clouds - all these little signs and things should have been enough to snap out of it.
The picnic with Wormtail and a very decadent bottle of red did help but another gas bus back to the Lair soon made a mess of all that progress
Here's hoping that a decent bit of rain will clear the air and that Izzie will find some way to fix up her skin and no longer let the dementors in
That is always a bad sign. It means that the evil green protective shield is flickering and could crash any minute. After two days of the Diva of Dementors and her dippy dopey daughters - spending the last 20 minutes of the shift putting up with their shit - and that is literally - when other far more deserving and beautiful souls needed it - was just the thing to start the serpent weekend with.
Izzie should seriously start taking notes - this woman and her pathetic plastic progeny are so creepy that even Stephen King would not put them in his novels since they are just so beyond belief
Dementors, vampires and banshees and a full moon are a bad combination. Even a ten minute shower could not wash the evilness away. It certainly was not helped by the change from yesterday's hot and dry 37 celsius to today's milder 29 but accompanied by disgusting humidity and sort of stormy weather - or as they say over east - going troppo weather
Was totally drained and exhausted but was not going to let that get in the way of a proper full moon picnic by the river. It was looking quite cloudy but decided that it is better to take a chance and get clouds than to slink about the Lair sulking only to find that we missed the moon because the clouds had gone
It was so funny. Little did Izzie know that one day after doing that Potter character quiz and ending up as Mad Eye Moody - that we'd spend the next day in a state of totally neurotic and paranoid hypervigilance.
You can't call it real paranoia in the sense that if your feelings declare that everyone is out to get you and your mind knows that it is a whole pile of rubbish, that even if the feelings get their way, the presence of the little inner voice - no matter how tiny - it means that sanity still somehow prevails
The guy dropping by the bus stop and giving Izzie the bus ticket with 90 minutes on it that he no longer needed should have been omen enough to snap out of the stupidity, along with the strange state of catching the pretty pink moon on the horizon almost as soon as it first appeared (it's usually half way before finally finding it) and for it then to disappear into a fat bed of cotton wool some 15 minutes later when it was far more likely for it not to be visible at all due to all those clouds - all these little signs and things should have been enough to snap out of it.
The picnic with Wormtail and a very decadent bottle of red did help but another gas bus back to the Lair soon made a mess of all that progress
Here's hoping that a decent bit of rain will clear the air and that Izzie will find some way to fix up her skin and no longer let the dementors in
