it's only an octopus, don't be upset!

i should really go outside.

i woke up to a mad dash of cleaning before coffee was ready, consisting of mopping and taping things and dishes and sweeping and then some more mopping. [there were strange bootprints all through the house in shades of black and grey]. since then i've read a bunch of historiorioriography, conversed with the funny rogers man about the eerie and scary cellar that exists below our house, punned with morgen, watched the end of the pilot for battlestar gallatica, consumed tea and cheese concurrantly and, oh a million and one other inconsequential things.

i should really go outside.