(Sep 17) Emptying the queue.
He’s gotten a little attached to me
I run into a lot of lost toys around here
He only reluctantly shares this space with Romeo
I had a Walter White moment and realized how to freeze water in glass jars
Welcome to the Wall of Foamers
(Aug 31) I suppose it is wrong to say nothing happened or got done, but it would be correct to say I didn’t get out much.
There’s a lot of these mutants sprout in our back yard
(Jun 10) This month has been difficult and frustrating, and for all that, so little has changed.
The proprietor of this establishment, glimpsed.
Rumors of Junior always looking unhappy disproved
The heterochromia of the illuminations
(Apr 2) Starting over again. New location. Same boxes since Brooklyn. The boxes and I are both worn out.
Perhaps people wouldn’t dump if the town ever picked up yard waste.
This didn’t turn out like I’d expected
The moon moves a lot too, I guess.
(January 12) Hibernation has been underway. I have to bide my time until April or May, when my ship is expected to come in bearing better times for the future.