I thought things were good.
But then my boss sent me on a mission to get some recorded mortgages at the local county office. It’s raining and nasty here. And I like watching my feet when I walk alone.
There are little worm bodies everywhere.
Apparently this is normal for post-storm rainy-ness. I dunno.
And for some reason it’s violently triggered me. I have no idea why. I can sense some sort of memory in the back of my mind, but I can’t reach it. It’s been awhile since a visual thing has triggered me so badly.
It was such a violent trigger than I splintered slightly and Charlotte came out to flirt with the recorder’s office employee. It worked out in our favor, as he lowered the copy fee substantially for us, but still. A bit unsettling. I could feel her not wanting to return to my office after the errand and an internal fight ensued.
Fortunately, Serefina won and now I’m back here.
Still faintly triggered.
I don’t know why.
dead dry wormy bodies. looks like the site of a defeated battle. a war lost. no one sees. no one notices. need to move them. move move move. be nice. nice nice.