Slumping Towards Byzantium

Very tired these days. Nothing like a funeral to take the wind out of your sails. On the plus side, generational conditioning in the Angelican church proved effective as I can still do all of the various Creeds and prayers without looking at the book.

For those of you laughing about the idea of me doing a prayer in a church, I've already hired a man to kill you; Combustion Man, in fact.

So, tired and weary. Very weary.

But, I'm broke and all of my various journals are lapsing, so I once again find myself in the familiar position of a whore for my own interests. Somebody once said to me that there's nothing as dehumanizing as selling yourself, and I corrected that by pointing out the only thing more dehumanizing is if you're selling yourself is doing it when no one is willing to buy. I tell everyone that I'm totally willing to sell out just so long as someone is willing to buy.

However, I have three journals; dexfarkin, x_dominion, and x_gambit. Anyone willing to pay for time on any of these journals is appreciated, and in a bit of a twist, you get to tell me what I owe you. Writing, plots, organizational abilities, strange ideas, smut... about the only thing I can't offer is art, since my scanner is dodgy. However, you donate, you tell me what I owe you in return.

Isn't life exciting that way?