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I have a much larger, much more introspective entry brewing, but you don't get that today. Today you get disconnected snippets from my life.

I have yet to get access to a computer on which I can do my Master's project - the "summer" project may well become the fall project I'll actually sign up for. Until I do, though, I spend all of my time at school in the engineering computer lab. This lab is set upstairs in what I think of as the Bunker, the submerged classroom building between the old Engineering building and the new Engineering building. The top floor of the Bunker is, in fact, nothing but computer labs: going from one end of the hall to the other, you have Exit, *NIX Lab, Windows Lab, Bathrooms. However, this being outside the normal school year, they've also (rightly) deemed summer the most sensible time to repaint said hallway. So basically, anywhere I want to go - be it outside to eat lunch, or to the bathroom - I have to dodge through the giant fans and men on stilts to get there, and then I have no choice but to track white paint in on the lab carpet.

I've also committed to moving out of my apartment, into one of four bedrooms in a house. Two of the others are currently rented to Snowbird ski instructors about my age; the fourth is as far as I know available. Let me know if you're interested in a low-ceilinged basement room in the Sugarhouse area, with laid-back twentysomethings as your housemates. For those to whom I've offered crash space should you come through the greater Salt Lake area, my couch is coming with me, so the offer is in fact still open.

... I may be reading Twisted Monk in the lab, but someone else seems to be looking at a gun catalog. At least I keep my back to the wall.

I'm also looking for suggestions for a good Livejournal client to install on Debian, preferably one as full-featured as Semagic. Tag and userpic support is a must.

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So this is how it ends.

I'd heard rumors, but you all know me. How could I take this crap seriously. I mean really, you read all kinds of crap on the internet. For as bored as I was at work, the first account I'd actually trust came that much too late. Oh, hells, of all the days to take the bus route that goes past the city cemetary.

The place was a mess, let me tell you.

The worst is that people don't seem to notice. Just go about their lives, until they stray too close and chomp, it's over. I managed to get back here, but I don't know if I can get out again. The construction team working on the balconies got attacked while I was eating, and they're between me and the garage. Their ladder got knocked down, at least, and with my couch against my third-floor door I can keep them out, so far. But when they're in, I won't last long.

I'll do what I can... but really, I'm not equipped for this. The ceiling is too low, and my bow doesn't have that much stopping power, especially if I have to pierce the skull at point-blank range. The couple daggers I keep around may give me just enough reach to keep one or two off, but gods know I don't have the speed to survive in close combat.

Food... well, a few days at least. If electricity stays one, I can maybe leverage a bag of flour into the bare minimum for quite a while. But gods, I don't want to. If anyone is reading this that can organize anything, send something for me.

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