tank angel
when i'm working i disappear into the tank. the rest of the world is gone. there is this little voice inside my head that keeps a watch on things. it tells me things like the stereo's on fire, or you need to go pee, or alisa said something. this voice has absolutely no sense of humor. it just dishes up the facts. one day i was working as a contractor in washington state when it told me an angel just walked by. zoink. angel? heh. the receptionist was wearing a white dress with wing-like gauzy stuff between her arms and body. she had a halo of blonde hair. and she was carrying something vaguely harp-shaped. an angel.