Had to drag Peretz away from tragic remains in street, he wanted to try to resuscitate her, apparently. He's pacing back & forth now, insisting he could've saved her if given the chance, join the club, buddy.

Houseguest is turning out to be a bit demanding, using up a lot of refrigerator space, etc., so I'm going to skin, cook & eat it now.

Been catching some flak over my heavy use of direct address, here's the thing, you're fictive, a figment, a device. That's not how it is necessarily, but I'm pretty sure that's how things actually are. Don't feel too bad about it, so am I.