Archive: Day Three, Post-Maya

I promised to teach my waterheater the difference between patience and fear, and now it knows. Tired of my "cowering," it broke into my bedroom, where I was waiting. What I did, first to incapacitate, then to extract information, wasn't pretty, but it was necessary. Once it was down, I swiftly took care of the remaining rogue tools. My apartment is mine once more, a safe base from which I can begin scouting. Security, the best gift one can give oneself these days. Happy Holidays indeed.