Nothing really comes to mind! Though, I did meet one of the werewolves that work at the plant. He gave himself away with his bushy face. He was not happy. Did you know that werewolves, when in their human form, have more hair on their face when they are mad? I know what you are thinking "Heather, what if he just hasn't shaved in a while?" I thought about that. I am not amateur to this world that most people refuse to accept. Shame on you for thinking I was. It was in the guys eyes. Now, I wouldn't have known if he hadn't looked at me. In his eyes you could see panic. Then fear... then I saw a glimpse of pain. He wants help getting away from the plant completely. Just like all the other weres that I hear howling through the day. The big boss man keeps trying to play it off as the machines needing oil or something. I know the truth.
I know I should find a way to help them out, but I can't seem to stay awake while at work. I am pretty sure there is a witch working there. She has cast a spell to make me super sleepy while I am there. I think they have caught on to what I am really doing there. Soon I will have to move on and find a new place to work. But I have to save all the creatures first. *sigh* But let's not focus on that right now.
I do have something odd that happened yesterday. I found this AWESOME AMAZING band called Steam Powered Giraffe. It's a band made of human robots!! They are amazing and the music is so old school/post apocalyptic. I only say that because I am pretty certain that the steampunk era that everyone is so obsessed with is actually our future, after the world ends, when ever that may be.
See the thing is, when the world ends, it won't really end! We are going to live in a new steampunk era. All the fun gadgets that are just props now will actually exist. We will ride steam powered trains again. Thing Wild Wild West with Will Smith. THAT is the future!
Back to Steam Powered Giraffe...Here watch it
See, nothing weird. But the fairies are playing in my hair and the goblin that I ate...accidentlly, last night is trying to make is way out by cutting into my intestines. That means it's bed time.
Much Love
Heather