Pity

I pity the fool who used the last coffee filter. Kyle went over to West to get me some more. But I had a very anxious moment when I couldn't find any. So much coffee...so little preparation apparati. I suppose I could have used the french press, but it's not here either. And it's not clean when it is here. And we're out of soap.

But crisis has been averted. So no mass destruction tonight. I may threaten Adam tomorrow with a throat sawing, but that's mostly for my amusement.

My bed was seriously calling me tonight before I left home. "Stay here...lie down...just for a little bit...you'll wake up in plenty of time." So tired. It may be a long night.

That's all for now. I may get inspired later.