I’ve gotten into the compounding bad habits of soaping very late at night, talking to myself, not clearing countertops, and forgetting that on four sides of my 20x20 cube there are neighbors. The last three nights in a row, portentously right around midnight, I’ve dropped something vitreous on the tile and belted out some form of obscenity before charging outside to fury-smoke, not realizing that A) my deck is indeed within eyeline of those neighbors’ windows, and B) I was not entirely clothed.
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Tonight’s many-ways colorful soaping yielded this 1200g slab, a terrific chemical burn between ring and pinky, and a haphazardly swept Ball jar in seven thousand pieces.
Tonight’s many-ways colorful soaping yielded this 1200g slab, a terrific chemical burn between ring and pinky, and a haphazardly swept Ball jar in seven thousand pieces.