Blarh de blarh blarh cakes.

Not much to report, alas—I'm finding that this working stiff business really cuts into my city and regional exploration time. I ended up ordering pizza from Pizza Hut tonight, after calls to several locations of this establishment confirmed that I live in the sphincter of Austin with respect to attempting to get anything delivered (and in other respects, but I already have a whole other blog devoted to screeding). Sometimes tempeh just doesn't cut it, and for those nights there are pizza and overpriced gas station wine of dubious quality (I don't care if the label says it's from Chile, aside from the whole fermentation thing, this wine has less character than dish water But it’s still wine, and that’s something!).

I think I'm getting into the swing of things, and acclimating to the idea that I actually have to accomplish something on a given day in addition to going grocery shopping, or doing laundry or the many things that, let's face it, don't take a whole day to accomplish (except for when you have become as obnoxiously spoiled as I have). What this means is that I look forward to attempting a life after hours soon—and of course documenting the whole thing in excruciating detail here.