Death Plane

          We slept in and spent a lazy morning in Alaric's room playing TF2, discussing Jennifer's ideas for a "death plane" and still refusing to properly buy groceries.
          Quotes of the day:
"It was a battle against logic itself." - Alaric
"It would be like a donut flying through space." - Jennifer
"God, if I had friends, I'd have the greatest parties ever." - Jennifer
"You should have a cow party, like a cow patty, and invite only cows." - Jennifer

Cincinnati Sting

          I spent a few hours grinding toward my 50-hour total at St. Francis House downtown, crammed into a little dishwashing station with two older guys. It was tedious and difficult to move, but at least it's work I'm used to. I need to put up something like 35 hours this month, and the next few weeks are going to be torturous. Later on, I met Jennifer at the airport; we went home and ate Food Wall. And it was good.

Amadeus

          I woke up with no recollection (sensation?) of having slept, as if I'd blacked out. Today would be my true last day of work at my last co-op. Happily, it would be a partial day with the aim of training the new co-op and tying up loose ends, but nothing is easy in New England. The air was frigid, and the walk over the bridge from Community College was miserable thanks to a relentless, abrasive wind. As with every previous commute, I'm tired of making this walk and will be glad to call it quits. It was a weird time -- I felt like I had one foot in the figurative grave -- but when I finally got home, I put it out of my mind. There was reefer on the line, and I had to catch up with Nathan and Alaric as quick as I could.

"You're gonna be my new meat bicycle!"

          Today, Nathan and I discovered more evidence of the household mouse while playing a tight game of pong (I won narrowly.) We talked for a while longer. Eventually, I retired to play TF2 and Borderlands 2, still taking full advantage of Alaric's gaming rig. I forced myself out of my seat at some point after dark, walked over and fed Jules's cats (they recognize me now!) and came home to smoke again. I laid myself down to talk with Jennifer on the phone, lapsing in concentration and feeling entirely ready for bed.

Alternative Social World

          I got up in the early evening and continued with Making a Murderer, taking a break here and there to decorate. The wickedness just keeps unfolding. I spent some time messaging Jennifer, talked to Nathan briefly as he returned from vacation, then finished off Making a Murderer. It was fully worth it, even more than Narcos. This one makes you feel it. That's two shows complete in the last week.

Righteous Law

          I watched Montreal humiliate Boston in the Winter Classic, listened to music and got a pile of minor tasks finished. I went over to Jules's to feed the cats, and the walk went quicker today on account of the snow all melting. When I came back, I started the documentary series Making a Murderer and was instantly hooked. This is dark stuff; from the beginning it feels insidious, creeping, suffocating. It's also real, at least in the sense that the producers are examining real events through an investigative lens.