this morning #1291.

this morning, the cleanup began. floor to ceiling. so many fluids strewn about. when we got home late last night, we returned to an epic mess of multicolored mystery liquids comingled in some of the most unholy manners known to man. now they’ve all set & solidified. nice. when we said that they could stay here, those dopes swore up & down that this wouldn’t happen again but here we are. fool me twice! never again. i peered up at an especially dark splotch hovering high above. tried to guess what it was. bloodlike but not quite blood. pudding perhaps? i don’t know. once i’ve tended to whatever fresh hell is ground into this carpet, i’ll grab a ladder & take a closer look.