Jun. 13th, 2007

ksmith: (willow destroy)
Working...

The report is due tomorrow at 0900. Some things don't wait. The news reports don't matter. Fewer and fewer of us showing up at the office? Doesn't matter. The roads must roll. Meetings go on. The investors demand. The vice presidents.

I string the last bone, then knot the end of the string, and tie the necklace around my neck. Small skulls. Wishbones. One bag of birdseed and an air rifle and an afternoon. Mom's old stockpot. The kitchen stinks, and I don't dare open the windows. Night is falling and that's when they're the most active. The stench would draw them all, and I only need one of them. One in particular...

From my home office, the sounds of a keyboard. Morry. What's left of Morry. It enters the data. Makes the tables, the charts. Even after all that happened, all it's been through, it still remembers Excel.

I spread the feathers over the living room floor. The bones click as I move. I begin the chant. The internet never ceases to amaze. Someone had scanned the books, the old parchments. There were even clips on You Tube, so I could see the dance being performed. Hear the songs.

Lena's out there, somewhere. The Queen of StatGraphics. She could make the numbers sing any tune you wanted.

The report is due tomorrow at 0900.

Come to me...


BLITEOTW
ksmith: (willow destroy)
Working...

The report is due tomorrow at 0900. Some things don't wait. The news reports don't matter. Fewer and fewer of us showing up at the office? Doesn't matter. The roads must roll. Meetings go on. The investors demand. The vice presidents.

I string the last bone, then knot the end of the string, and tie the necklace around my neck. Small skulls. Wishbones. One bag of birdseed and an air rifle and an afternoon. Mom's old stockpot. The kitchen stinks, and I don't dare open the windows. Night is falling and that's when they're the most active. The stench would draw them all, and I only need one of them. One in particular...

From my home office, the sounds of a keyboard. Morry. What's left of Morry. It enters the data. Makes the tables, the charts. Even after all that happened, all it's been through, it still remembers Excel.

I spread the feathers over the living room floor. The bones click as I move. I begin the chant. The internet never ceases to amaze. Someone had scanned the books, the old parchments. There were even clips on You Tube, so I could see the dance being performed. Hear the songs.

Lena's out there, somewhere. The Queen of StatGraphics. She could make the numbers sing any tune you wanted.

The report is due tomorrow at 0900.

Come to me...


BLITEOTW
ksmith: (Default)
Good news of the day--routine mammogram All Clear.

Not so good news of the day--I was checking my bank balance, and found a few debits I didn't recognize. Small amounts, but still. I didn't recognize the company or the amounts. Cancelled the card. Will talk to the bank tomorrow. No other accounts touched.

last blasted thing I need right now...
ksmith: (Default)
Good news of the day--routine mammogram All Clear.

Not so good news of the day--I was checking my bank balance, and found a few debits I didn't recognize. Small amounts, but still. I didn't recognize the company or the amounts. Cancelled the card. Will talk to the bank tomorrow. No other accounts touched.

last blasted thing I need right now...

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