I am, in fact, alive. There have just been things going on. Some of them require a lot of thought, some of them probably require no thought but I've been thinking on them anyway because I like the pretty patterns, and some of them I am trying desperately not to think about at all.

I've also failed to eat anything since about ten this morning, and wossername took the microwave when she moved out, so I'm going to slog down to Porter for something that has a lot of superficial qualities in common with food. When I get back, there is a bottle of vodka with my name on it, and a lot of blank blog schedule to fill. And also a rat who will demand chunks out of my burrito, but that always happens.


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