68ºF, clouds: if I ever learned that my end was imminent, I might consider adding this as one potential avenue of going out, scrumptiously, on my terms.

A struggle to stay awake and get anything done but here I am. The TD-1K has arrived and I managed to assemble the kit itself (first new kit I've ever assembled of my own; I did assemble a few when I worked in a music shop for two weeks): today's job will be to get all the electric bits hooked up and running – and to get The Sanctum back to a general ordered and comfy cluttering befitting my preference for toiling in an antique mall booth – though I would rather it not feel as though an estate shipment came in. Getting there.

That festival challenge on MAKING THE CUT was bullshit: they didn’t have enough time.