Death death death death death

I just spent three and a half hours pulling books. I think I'm gonna die. At one point this baby was crying at me because a buzzard was trying to haul it away and I was all like, "Unnnh baby just wait like five seconds I've ALMOST found the right government document here," but they were both gone when I looked up.

I am eating a bag of rolls and half a candy bar rather than going to dinner.

Progress on the bag of bread

Argh people monsters weather

Girl out in the lounge, exasperatedly: - guess he raised *himself* or was raised by *monkeys* or *wolves* or -

*at this point I shut the door*