Drive all night
Into the midnight

Another day of low-pressure water pipes: HOWEVER, I have heat and a plan for a 2023 future. It was only days ago when I said aloud to myself about the freezing temperatures in the house, "I can't sleep in my bed because I would literally die in there."

A week has passed since I've taken a shower. Do I stink? Hardly! I haven't EVEN used deodorant since 2020! Note to the reader: I haven't emptied this much cologne either since 2000. There was once a time when I went four months without a shower in 2004—getting clean does not have to be such a luxurious ritual. It just takes the shattering of Instagram fantasy with a sledgehammer. I'd argue that I remove more bad gunk with my rubbing alcohol wipes and coconut oil massage ritual than splashing water about.

Rental and MLGW failures aside, I recognize that evil has overrun the city. Indeed, this is a dark place. The light is held no longer; it is not the home I knew. The hour grows long in Memphis. As each day passes, my time here fades. In more practical matters, I'd rather not spend the time thinking up solutions for things I should not have to solve, whether mitigating a lack of water supply or performing threat analysis.

It is a minor luxury, but I do like this canned Kroger seltzer water as I write to yesterday's stream, more so than my typical Sodastream water. This new drink of mine has all the nuanced joy of...a cold Bud Light.