Pensicle,

hello.
i'm happy to report, after all this talk of icetrays, that the day after i complained another tray did in fact, mysteriously appear in the freezer. output to input ratios have been stabilized and ice shortages have stopped. the worst of the heatwave is over which i think, will allow for an overall surplus of ice to be building. i did just examine the freezer, and it looks like the equally mysterious other person is just as concerned, having emptied and refilled the trays. in addition i have made sure the dial on the freezer system is set to max. to ensure speedy freezing of said trays. i also like the idea of shapes entering production but only in order to flumix said other, so i don't know if it will be possible. but anyway, we're monitoring the situation and- onward to other matters.

like your working out schedule. you've caught the bug, just remember to cross-train. and don't forget the importance of weight training. granted i am completely lazy about it, but live as i say not as i do.

currently work is ok. i'm trying to keep a low level of hostility and generally remaining open to requests, assignments, and the demands of a full snack bag. i assume my AP has things to do, because when she doesn't she goes a little nuts. especially if no one is getting back to her about anything. like the touristboard of exlay entuckykay... who doesn't want to give us footage because we're not a travel show. whatevs. and various other things that drive me as you say, slightly batty. i recently aqcuired a small wooden sea turtle found in another abandoned cubicle and a chest of drawers i'm using as a foot rest. and i spent the entire day watching the rise of heerchay egendlays unbarday take state in 94. and go onto ationalnays... ah the glory days. and logging the bits and photo montages underscored by cheese for music.

right now, having left that day hopefully far behind, i'm listening to music i downloaded from camp thorne. thinking i'd be less lazy later i just put as many songs as i could on each album and then there were some that wouldnt burn so i have this random mix of emin*m and catpower and russian waltzs. but since i brought them into work to see if there was anything we could use for our show i might as well listen to them over talk radio. which completely spikes my anxiety levels.

and today i woke up a little after 7 which having gone to bed after 12 i find ridiculous in the extreme. i decided not to get gas when i got home from this healing prayer service thing (must explain later) but then there were no parking spaces, so i actually drove thru the street and kept going and tried again- and by trying i mean, moving someones trashcan of which they've blocked the entire space with. and then wrote a note to mom asking her to make sure they didn't key my car in the morning as she's up early. (space is at a premium people)! and she went above one and just moved it. none the wiser? its like people seriously get rid of your f*cking cars! and you'd think the spaces would clear when morning comes and work starts but they dont. or when people are out doing things on the weekend. but they dont. its the barrios downside, one of many obviously, but still. i know, i'll try not to dwell on it.

anyway i sense some mundane work task afoot involving PO#s, and signing expense reports. I'm happy to note i will be getting $32 back from the runs i did. and am trying not to make gas too much of an idol. bcs seriously. there.it.goes. and the umbrage one feels when paying 3.29 when you find days later a station for 3.05. as i am out of credit card money and am still gazing longingly for my 1st check to come in. if only the seaweed would sell. or my career in alchemy to take off. we'll see. for now more on mysticism and prayer in the next letter. maybe after a mango or making it home before 9. we'll see.

m.