The invisible lecturn couldn't support the weight of his findings. Death by sitting . Holy sedentary, la-z-boy! If everything good is killing us and the bad shit is deadly, how am I supposed to live without you? I am disturbed right now not because of the lack of what I don't do, but because of what I do. I get engrossed. I get lost in my imagination. I picture things as I want them to look and make the changes using, cut, paste and actions. There's the dichotomy - physical action or photoshop actions? This isn't exactly a Chastity to Chaz dilemma but having death by sitting rubbed into my cortex now unsettles me more as these words come out. Guess I need a standing/walking break. Found our yellow handkerchief seventeen effen years ago.
UPDATE: Found the Wash walking path - We're saved.