The swap meet. Don’t. Go.

Nab, I’m taking the day off.

( [Private to Eileen] )

Oh this all just keeps getting better and better.

I finished another stove. Come and get it if you want.

( [Private] )

( [Private to Alex] )

Three more stoves are done, I don’t really care who gets them. First come-first served, I guess.

I figure there’s only enough parts to make two more.

Alex,

How’s it feel to work for your girlfriend?

( [Private to Alex] )

Am I the only one suspicious of this whole thing?

I just hope the gods haven't seen Cloverfield.

Sometimes, a dream is just a dream.

I’ve got this friend who says that the human condition, the human nature, being human, is to be cold and alone. Like someone lost in the woods. Safe to say he’s a ‘glass half empty’ kind of guy. Still, I can’t help but think that he has a point sometimes.

( [Private] )

I’ve seen some crazy shit go down here but this… well I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. The entire city turning into a jungle gym for tiny tots really isn’t all that weird in comparison, right? It could be worse. It could be a lot worse.

Might as well take some time to get a little welding done. Those stoves won't build themselves.

( [Private: hackable to the skilled] )

I’m sure I’m not the only one, but little people freak me the fuck out.

Jesus, I hate holidays. Nothing good comes from a single one of them.

Lucy, I'm home.