At DWP2

Can we talk about the guy who was farting his face off at the urinal next to me?

I haven’t had a sip of booze since the 1900s.

We are at a fancy mystery dinner party. I have non idea what the hell is going on. But I have booze. More pics below.

The meatloaf came out great! It was different because it used oats instead of bread crumbs. I think next time I’d double the egg, or maybe the oats? Because it was kinda “too easily fall aparty”. It also needed to be cooked longer. It was done, but I like it browned a bit around the edges.

I have all the Brown Bakery staff cars memorized. When they pull into the parking lot at the same time as me, I can take an alternate route into the building and hide in the basement for a while. There is nothing more uncomfortable than walking into the building together and chatting about what you did last night with work humans. “I researched a Roman slave revolt and applied glitter paint to foam blocks. How about you?” I have never been good at non-business related work chat.

In related news, I was reading on Reddit about how millennial and younger people never answer their door. I find this so wild! They go to great lengths to hide or install cameras to monitor who might come to their door and knock. I cannot think of a situation where I wouldn’t answer if someone knocked on my door. Maybe if I were pooping? It feels like a cultural compulsion to me. But I’m a dinosaur.

I decided to order custom sized frosted plexiglass pieces online for the window project. I’m sure I could have done it for half the cost by fighting my way through some local channel. Mr. K assured me that I could go to a hardware store, beg someone to wait on me, and wait around while they cut pieces for me, hoping they got my exact measurements right. But money buys ease. And I have a vendor online whom I’ve worked with in the past for various projects. My order should be here in a few days. Getting closer!

I did manage to get the office window open yesterday, so I could measure. Wow! That window hasn’t been opened in five years! Getting the seal-and-peel off all the seams can be a chore. And the grit and debris around the casing needed to be vacuumed away.

I need to focus on the prize of having fresh air on demand! It really will be a treat.

Last night I visited Mother and swung by Lowe’s for trim pieces. I’ll temporarily attach the inserts to the window frame with trim so some random homeless person can’t pop it out and crawl into my house. As one does.

D has this weird kink where he monitors the state unclaimed funds database for my name. Which is oddly something I myself do not do. This is the second time he’s alerted me that I have unclaimed funds there. I’ll buy him a beer.