there is some sort of person of indeterminate age engaged in i guess horseplay downstairs. this is not a big deal. the big deal is that they are also engaged in unthinkably shrill, unthinkably high-volume screeching. i am on tehv erge of collecting any and all metal garbage products i can find in this place and throwing them from the back porch in an act of aggression/protest. other than that, everything is going pretty good. i’ve been eating cactus. it’s sort of pickle-y, but no less delicious for the similarity.