Limited Insight into Alex; Blogways

I am losing my shit at an increasingly fantastic rate.

Blegen Hall Crash

The April lamb/lion conflict looks pretty one-sided from the window of a third floor empty classroom on the West Bank. Blue skies, bicycles, smokers standing away from doors. But, there is a reason why I am inside acting like I'm going to keep reading: deafening hurricane winds. The still-bare trees give it away, quivering wildly, shaking the buds out.

The nice old lady upstairs called me telling me I have a package that she signed for. I'm left to twitch about here, wondering if my mail debt is getting repaid or if the foxy UPS lady wrote her phone number on the side of a brick.

Either way.

Last week I started a fire on my stove by turning the wrong knob for the wrong burner, leaving my bottom left burner encased in a surprisingly tough shell of melted and solidified Ikea cutting board. There will be a day soon when I'll spend an evening with an exacto-blade paying the admittedly small price for a kitchen fire, but I haven't had to use more than two burners at a time so far. The mess remains.

I need another job for the summer, and beyond. I've been slow to look for one, and even slower in assembling a resume, and the slowest at possibly making a portfolio website. One cannot live on diminishing retail hours forever, and I intend to live for just a bit longer. If you know of an opening I can squeeze into, please, please tell me.

Alex has skills like crazy.
According to a recently recovered document from the Gifted Children program in Seminole County, Florida, Alex apparently had an IQ of 137 in third grade.

How about that.

(that actually is true)