don't mess with mercury

The whole story of how it has come to pass that I am trapped in AX's apartment until 5 pm today, trying to make a meal of Nutella and that white Mexican cheese with the spicy red rind, when I should be over at my old place clearing out the last of my stuff, is probably a very funny one.

I'm not exactly seeing it that way right now, however.

And when I write it down, it's not any better. So just trust me: there's lions and tigers and bears and tech support and a disappearing bed in my story; shoes and ships and sealing wax and all the rest. If you know me and feel like writing an encouraging note, now would be an excellent time.