i've moved myself into the garage. it's cold, but not too cold, i guess. at least here i can type without worrying about head ripping off.

the phone lines and internet are evil evil evil. our phones aren't working and somehow i'm actually using an unknown person's phone line through ours (i... it doesn't even make sense to me) and apparently people have been getting nonsensical emails from my email address... somehow. some... spam... thing? evil spam thing? anyway, if you get weird emails from my address, i suppose you'll know they aren't from me. my emails may be absurd to begin with, but they are absurd in a recognizable way.