I woke up on the floor of the accounting office. Thing is I don't really work here, I'm not an accountant at all. I'm not even good with the maths. But such is the life of the wandering nomad you see. The internet connection is really great and there is less shame in using it than using library connections. But this place is not unfamiliar to me, I've lived in this offices before. Back when I was a trail worker for the Lakes Association or whatever it was called.

Oxford county is... I don't know, being this far inland kind of makes me paranoid. Sure there are all the little lakes and whatever... but how can one be free so far from the open seas! I do not know. But this was a place I had one of my finest break downs back in '07. I don't think most of the accountants were pleased. "Oh, it's the boss's crazy son. Why couldn't he had brought his less crazy son, the one with the short hair. Who quietly created art instead of smashing guitars through windows and threatening to cut themselves with the straight razor." oh yes, those were good times. Yes, yes they were.

I'm going to rake some leaves and maybe paint a porch today! unless I go crazy first. Let's see what happens... oh right, you're not here to see what happens. That's okay, I can slowly go mad by myself. Or can I? One needs an audience to properly go mad.