Kate Sloan

Welcome to Kate's website. She lives in a future not that distant from yours and has a pretty dull life. She also has some people who would prefer it if she were dead. This is her journal.

Here's an old-school RSS Feed for the ones who had their heart broken by her long ago.

2028-02-29

Day job sucked me dry today. I'm still dealing with the baby stuff, and besides that, got a nasty flu. I only want some Japanese ambient vinyl from the 60s, my bed, and no one else. Maybe the purple stuff.

Another leap year. We got a day plus, and instead of doing drugs and orgies, we repeat yesterday on with the Zoom meetings, pretending to be productive.

2028-02-24

They said it would be easier, but I'm still bleeding. All the nano-patches they sent me "after the protocol" made no difference. I lost a baby, and now I'm on my own again. I look for the pricey bourbon that should be around here for a sip. I'm not rich, but I can't stand the cheap stuff, especially on the next day. Here — To us.

I also look for the purple package, the one that will take me out of orbit until tomorrow. Poison in small doses, they say. BTW, just found it. Bye.

2028-01-01

New year, and we are still harvested and bone-dried for our information. Nothing changes.

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