Sunday, September 5th:

In a few small hours, I will be in the harpmobile, its walls packed to brimming, on my way to Hamilton. I’d say I should be there by noon tomorrow, settling into the basement at 144 Emerson. I may be without the internet for a while, and I don’t know when I will get the whole phone thing set up there, so I might only be reachable in the most old fashioned of ways for the next little while. I shan’t take time to say too much more, as I am getting less then the bare minimum of required sleep as it stands now and I am foolishly determined to watch a film about monsieur Ted Leo over our wonderful hacked Xbox before sleeping (let’s just say I’m prepping for those late night essaying binges I know will come to haunt me soon enough).