Days later, I've moved everything I own to my new apartment in Houston and withdrawn my person to Conroe, where I await the impending demise of the company I work for. It's been a long, brutish week, studded with bruises, mechanical failures, depressed animals, and very little time alone. I can't even enjoy my new apartment since I'm working at a fucking store that should just call it a day right now.

At least it's all out of the way, and once June expires, it's off on a new course of strangeness.


np: Ulver, Perdition City