I'm sitting outside here, late at night on the abandoned campus. The wireless network still feeds my computer the internet. The glow of the computer screen must be casting eerie shadows on my face.
Today I wandered around Lancaster a bit, looking for an Asian Market I'd been to once before. Had a little bit of trouble finding it, but I bought some good foodstuffs. Not too much, had to carry it.
The gas is still not working in the house. This means no cooking on the stove, and still no hot water. Really a shame. Need to start becoming a little more regular in habits, but its hard when the regular sources are out of order.
I'm going to Philidelphia for the next couple of days, now that there isn't anything particularly keeping me tied down here. Don't start official research with until the 22nd.
I feel like I'm lacking in pictures... This is me reminding myself to take some.
I'll leave you with this brief story, written in a stress induced haze earlier this year. The tapping of keys on a keyboard is oddly comforting:
Once upon a time there was a little god whose name was cat god and in this house there was a yellow fish with two corn dogs for legs and it cried because it couldn’t seem to put its feel down because it hurt too much and he couldn’t feel anything so he want to the doctor's office and he said hey get rid of my two corndog feet so the doctor did but then the dog turned into money, no wait, it turned into a zombie and it ate the doctor and the town turned into zombies and Shigeki laughed.
1 comment:
That's great! That happened to me once.
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