Charliepoo-

Again, a real bummer, man. At least there’s always June 2nd. And speaking of which, everything’s falling into place quite nicely on my end. Any progress with the hardware? (Note: Every sentence thus far as started with an “A�)

Goddamit! I can’t think, Charlie. It’s hard to write. Why? Because there’s no running water at work. Therefore: no coffee, no clean dishes, no awesome moat/fountain by the door, and most annoyingly no bathroom. I also have a shit to take. I’m not gonna sugar coat it for you, I have to poo. She’s down there, rumbling, fidgeting, squirming through the darkness looking for daylight. “I’m sorry, baby, you’re going to have to wait,� I whisper to her subtly so no one notices. “Pull out a nice book. I recommend The Things They Carried, it’s vivid enough to take your mind off anything. Hold tight, honey.�

Supposedly we can use the bathroom at the store on the first floor, Sur La Table, and I suppose it’s only a matter of time before I make my way down there and “blow it up.�

…oh, god, no. Uhhhhhherrrrrmm. “Shhh, quiet. Not yet. It’s not time. Please, be patient… What? I know. Not now, but soon. Soon. I prom- Fine. Fine!�

I, uh… I have to go.

Have a great day, Charliepoo.

-Ben