  greetings and salutations. bad belly maambajaamba, I feel all roly poly and pizza filled. it's okay though, as long as I don't look down. I have to clean out the fridge; I'm pretty sure that there is a functioning microecosystem in there.
There's something vaguely liquidy happening, and I thought I heard little high pitched voices when I opened the fridge. I could crakc a mold joke here, but I'd imagine that you've already seen that angle coming, so I'm just going to say NO. All the University people are gone, so the town is already five ziiiiiiiiiiiiiillllllllllllion times quieter. There are still asshats bombing through our street, but the cops have been lurking lately, and that is certainly all right by me.
We're half assedly looking for a new place, out of the university scene, we've had enough of psycho neighbours yelling at four am, the parties, and the occasional drunken fuck who comes knocking on our door looking for someone else. (OOOHHHh...and ditching the Herr and Frauline Landlord) I am fully aware that psychos will be there no matter where we go; however, I do think there are quieter places we could be, and places with less traffic, and, you probably guessed it; there are definitely places with less mold.
Lucas is still being stubborn with the functions bodily. I plan to take a watch next time he decides he just can't hold it anymore, and time how long he pees for. It seems like he pees for an extraordinary length of time, but I like to be objective about such things. I feel like I am entirely out of sync with the world. I sleep in four hour shifts; I'm up, not to mention asleep, at eccentric hours, I don't see very many people, and I haven't been in touch with family or friends in what seems like months.
It has the effect of making me feel my lifestyle as of late is terribly unhealthy, and, at the same time, it feels eminently comfortable. There's always the sense of sleeping in, there's the familiarity of being in a routine, and when I do get a chance to speak to someone from the Outside, it's a special privledge. Clearly, a life of incarceration is ideal for me. Now...what crime to commit? 
