That's me on the deck of my friend Kalliste's floating home. I fucking love floating homes. I don't really want to live on one for my phobia of it floating away and having it get torn apart by a freak storm. Can you tell I have a paranoid streak? My mother, God bless her, has always drilled in my head how scary life can be and she seems to always find a way to tell me the worst case scenarios in order to keep me safe. That's such a backwards way of saying I love you, but she does love me, so I can't deny that. I have to admit I really loved sleeping on the water and just lingering in the back and forth slush-slush sounds of the river. Maybe someday I'll get my own floating home. Or maybe I should just try out the deprivation tanks that are all the rage lately. I guess I can float in my tub daily if I wanted to. As a pisces I guess I should embrace the water woman that is wants more ease and to go with the flow.