A race, of atomic supermen.. which will concur the vurld!

More about Mina. Will post later. (when I finish this particular vignette, that's been rattling around in my brain for weeks now)

Bad dreams. I'd intended to go to the freakin post office tuesday and send all the packages I need to send, but I was sickish. Damnit.

I have little other news. I miss people... I worry about them. Fretful me, that is. Just hoping for an 'I'm ok.' to float out of the void. It hasn't yet.

I'm writing, yes... and I have all these fabulous ideas... but it's hard to write lately. I don't know why. I feel like a link in my mind is missing, a peice of the chain that allows my inner machine to run smoothly.

Don't trust an Avatar. Here you are, on your own. This place is called the subspace... It is where you'll fight alone.