you know i'm such a fool

there's something about going to work that makes me feel good. effective, somehow. having someone asking me to do a particular thing and understanding what it is and being able to do it, that's nice. very unlike just cramming my head with things like ABA Formal Opinion 95-397 and being able to pick the best possible answer about it, or reading endless cases about de facto mergers and shitbricks to all that! so it was nice to walk mr h though the complaint process today, and nice to be trusted with something particularly speedy and important later.

and of course, it was nice to hear, "i put a little more coffee in this morning because i know you like it strong." it's nice to be thought of and remembered.

and hey, remember the cranberries? i did. how you said you would never leave me alone.

justin is coming over, soon to be proud papa of two instead of one, in order to complete his quota of demos at work. he apparently needs to show me a fancy new machine that cleans. it's two thousand dollars. i will not be buying this machine, but that's okay. he's secretly coming for some resume help, but shhhhh, they don't know that.

i started the human stain last night. it's.....i don't know yet. quick to start, and i don't know if i like that. i like a little rising action, yeh? no such thing, says mr roth. no such thing.

slowmo joe, the toxic gift plant from the fourth floor neighbor, is now sunning himself on my balcony. he got to spend all night out there last night too, since it's warmed up rather nicely, though i've made him stay in the back corner so as not to tip over and spill his guts to market. i think spiders live inside him, but he seems pretty cool with it. i am too, as long as the spiders honor the treaty we've made that i won't kill them if they don't leave the plant house. once they venture outside, their safety is not guaranteed. i am a cold-blooded murderer with no remorse. don't call the police, little ones. i am the police in these here parts. no one will find your bodies. no one will hear your screams.

i found a stubborn ring in a box of things here, that sometimes appears on my hand and sometimes doesn't. rings can be hard, but i'm down one since steve left and i figured, might as well go back to old hat (old hat, again? isn't once enough?).

justin is here.