the ancestors are having a flesh fest downstairs, and all of their sad mates are over to partake in the meal, so i have locked myself in the computer room (and by locked, i mean sat down in... there are no locks in this house, sadly). i had been banking on going out this evening, but that thought fell through this afternoon, so here i sit, wondering why i'm still here.

i can't get my mind to think in whole sentences, and the ones i've managed to crank out so far are compilations of fragments. and i'm done. cheers

postscript: KS- i transcribed the Story of Lars and Miriam, you can thank me later... :D