Wouldn’t you know it. I ran out of clean wooly socks on the very day that the heater in my living/kitchen/office/dining room broke.
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My living/kitchen/office/dining room is 6ºC, 45ºF. At least the bedroom is warm!
Practicing talking about myself: http://iloivar.net/jhitzig.html Also, messily updating my website one .html at a time.
… desperation only because they could never convince me to swallow them whole nor to chew them up plain.
The smell of powdered cocoa still makes me think of the crushed pills my parents mixed with it in desperation and fed to me when I was 4-6.
Sometimes I get creeped out by the voices before I remember that my computer speakers pick up the local radio station very very quietly.
I slightly scorched my herb chicken and now my kitchen smells like incense.
Reached in my coat pockets looking for a tissue. Found: Used chop sticks, wallet, mp3 player, gloves, hat, pen, clean underwear. No tissues.
The chop sticks and underwear were in separate pockets, btw, hygiene preserved. Just so you know.
An intense 14 minutes of photographs and voice recordings. http://mediastorm.org/0021.htm #addiction
