[ because i genuinely don't want the front page of citylogs to just be Logs With Kaveh In It:

here kaveh is, here is another day two, and ideally, this would have been a great time to teach netzach how to review a draft so that he can begin simple layout work for some of the upcoming projects. the planetarium needed all of its seats ripped out and then the buffet tables put in. measuring the tables, figure out the layout, checking wire length -all of that needed hands and feet and brains at the level, and kaveh didn't have enough of any of them.

but netzach has his head in his lap, and kaveh is loathe to move him. kaveh isn't certain how his sleep-deprived mind ought to have figured adding midnight into the mix was somehow going to make it better, but in his defense, he had been distracted at the time, and he had some inkling that midnight was able to basic arithmetic. all this concludes in midnight walking in to kaveh plucking another pomegranate seed to slip down and feed netzach, all the while his left hand continues bouncing between three sets of calculations. kaveh looks up, narrows his eyes, and then remembers that yes, midnight was his fault this time, and looked down again. ]

Did you bring the boltcutters? Those are the only boltcutters I've found in the city with fiberglass handles; I'll need him to shear through some electrical wires later.