so due to unforseen shadows and consequences i found myself tonight 'round 7:30 outside of my window on tip-toes holding up a screen, a storm window, and blinds. i curse and spit. round two i'm back inside rummaging for a flashlight and a poker and/or grabber, running back outside to my window to reach in through my desk's clutter to reach the very set of keys i needed to open my foolishly locked bedroom door. day three of maximum security pound-you-in-the-jass federal prison at the downstairs room at 7## euclid avenue and we've already run into some problems.

i think i just want to get some water between us, lakes rivers and streams, and head west and intern or make coffee for anticon and make pinot noir in napa valley. i'll start out doing anything, i swear, picking grapes by hand or hosing off the garage floor. then the plan is to quickly move up the vineyard hierarchy and spend friday evenings swirling a glass or two around with likeminded agrarian thinkers. remember, your nose knows.