a mostly forgettably wednesday but maybe friday...?

Wednesday work was really dead. It was like a ghost factory all of a sudden, because when it is filled with people you tend to forget the sheer size of it as you are among hundreds and hundreds of other workers. There were very few people working today and most of them were not really in a good state to be working anyway, ocassionally falling into sleep mid triangle creation. I passed a few couriers who had fallen asleep standing up, and even a few who were sleep walking around!

So with that in mind, i went to the dormitories, got the big grey book for Peter then left work early. I mean, nothing was really getting done so i figured me leaving wasn't really going to harm anything and also it was another great day outside and i really wanted to enjoy it and soak up the sun again.

Peter was really happy to get the book. He got this fiendish look in his eyes and he said to Roger 'It is time Roger!' and Roger said, 'Time for what?' and Peter slapped him in the face (real hard like, too) and said in a lower but more serious voice 'It is time, Roger.' and Roger didn't seem to understand but he said 'Ah, i see. It is time.' Then Peter turned to me and he said 'The day after tomorrow we raid the factory Blake. Be on your ready. If you have weapons, i suggest you prepare them for battle. On friday, the factory will fall.'

I didn't really feel like i could say anything, because i also feared the slapping i would get for speaking out. I spent the rest of the day wondering where guitar girl had gotten to and i also read a little bit more of 'Mirror Mirror'

I found Lanks asleep in the cafe this morning, and it took me a bit of work to wake him up. When he did wake up, he was happy to see me but also a little confused. 'Blake,' he said, 'how long has it been, my friend?' and i said 'Um... i saw you yesterday Lanks,' and he said 'Ah, yesterday. How long ago was that?' and i said 'i um... i don't know what you mean Lanks,' and he looked out the window and said 'too long, Blake. Maybe i will see my family soon. I think i would like that.'

I heard guitar music when i left the cafe, but i couldn't seem to locate it. I walked around the place for a while and even went down some side alleyways but i couldn't work out where it was coming from. It was really weird. It reminded me of guitar girl's music but something about it was different. I don't know how else to describe it, but it felt like what i was hearing was in colour, and not in black and white. Does that make sense? I hope it does.

I went to the bar but it was closed, so i wandered over to the jazz bar and the three jazz cats were sitting outside. We talked for a little bit about nothing, but the long and the short of it was like this:

Blake: Hey guys
Small Guy: Hey Blake
Fat Guy: Hey Blake
Thin Guy: Hey Blake
B: What are you doing?
SG: Waiting for a ride
FG: Nobody left to play for
TG: Town has spread thin
B: Where you guys going then?
SG: Where the wind takes us
FG: And the music
TG: And where we're told, i guess
B: Good luck then!
SG: you too man
FG: yeah, you made this place interesting for awhile
TG: seems everyone is going man, time to move on...

They are some tripped out guys, but man they are cool! i wish i could have seen them one more time, but i think maybe i will find them again sometime when i am drunk and in the mood for jazz music. I just get that feeling, you know?

Tomorrow should be an interesting day, i think.

Blake out.