black eye, sore back, over-active imagination

So - a victorian by the name of Charles Gould is wandering around the dragon lands, a supply teacher is nursing larp injuries [black eye made by 13 yr old Sam who got a good hit with latex sword, back pommeled to hell, mind stretched in al diretions] and a washing machine is doing its best to remove gren facepaint from a dress shirt.

Yes, a good weekend.

Now, this week i work for three out of five days, contemplate the existence of balance as equinox dras ever nearer, ponder upon where/what/who/how I'm doing this Easter/Ostora and wonder how long i can put off cleaning my shoes of mud before i go to school tomorrow [ and have to exlain many times over about the ey - need to get reiki-ing asap but being lazy now]
also got to pay some fines, sign up to the druid course ful whack and try to get my life [and body] into some semblance of order. get fit mentally, spiritually and physicaly . need to do all of this and need to sleep...

one at a time paul, one at a time.
Thanks to all who were at the event, thanks to all watching over me drive there and back and thanks to all my friends for continual support in my life so far.
its loneliness that is a kiler...