Under Presure

One o eight!

How did it get to be one oh eight? Well i have only one more chance to catch a bus home, and i am almost out of o2 and propane so staying here all night is not all that practical an idea. Really the morning bus routs are only five hours away, but i do not want to run out of fuel in an hour only to be left to sleep on the back seat of the van that happens to be sitting in the basement.

It is nice to know i have options though.

Options are nice.

Did i tell you that Tyler and Cody came to visit me? You should come visit me too! I can make you a pendant for your necklace. Though i have no string of my own. I should work on that. And getting a second o2 and propane tank. Running out sucks. You are just getting into the rhyme and rhyme ( yes two, now three rhymes,) when the glass kind of stops melting, and then the flame gets a little bushy, and then it just blows itself out. You look down in dismay from behind your welding goggles and realize you have to spend another hundred dollars on something else before you can even get started again. Snags, oh there are snags. It is a god damn forest out here and i am in silk and high heals.

Well i really should go stand outside for the bus. Sometimes they are early and this is the last one after all.

Sean