Refurnishing the Temple

I'm still recovering from my time in Madison, which has left me bruised, aching, sore-throaty, and with a visible roman candle burn on my neck and chest. I told my parents it was a bad frisbee throw from Ben. Sorry Mom and Dad for tricking you. Also, sorry Ben for telling someone you made a bad throw. I'm spending most out of work time sleeping and finding frugal ways to absorb essential nutrients without actually buying things. It's a lot of licking and a lot of trial and error.

A lot of this has been involving missing people that aren't really that far away, but making it happen is like trying to fit a lot of large, oblong tetris blocks in a chest of drawers: you get frustrated and anxious, and it doesn't happen.


I'm handling it.

If you want something interesting, go to The Class War Room for now. I'll recharge like an angry battery.