A Parting Mint

The new place smells of fresh paint. Goot thing, really. But it makes me want to dig in and start extruding my own stenches. Pheremones, circuitry, and strange creatures.

It's actually quite a charming old building. The hallways remind me of The Shining. I think it's the carpet and odd light fixtures. By the third or fourth time blood pours out of the elevator you hardly even notice anymore.

I have a scenic view of the gas station next door, and I can see a pizza delivery place from my window. I'm not sure how that really matters though, you know, since they deliver.

Moving this time is going to be a strangely gradual process. Hurrying up and getting everything done in one weekend is for people who aren't lazy.