Just got home to find industrial dehumidifiers had tripped a circuit breaker, stumbled around in the dark for a while, got stuff back on. Spent some time in town enjoying the lack of mold smell, momo, chats with people over 30. Thinking I should make it a policy to never talk to people in their 20s, it's tough though, some of them are actually interesting & it may well be the only time in their life that they are, the unreliable little shits.

Listening to 'My Dark Places'. Poor Dan Treacy.