05:17am, no sector on this rooftop is safe: my own building locked me out over an unpaid 'ambient warmth tax' and now I'm typing this from a stairwell that smells like NEKOCORP's promotional yogurt.

landlord's a drone now. did you know that. did ANY of you know that. woke up to an eviction notice stapled to nothing because there's no paper anymore, just a beam of light that hums and means it.

and here's a truth that crawled up out of the floor and looked me dead in the eye: nobody OWNS a rooftop, not really, not NEKOCORP, not the city, not even the pigeons, we're all just squatting on a debt that predates us and calling it home. write THAT on a water tower if there's still one standing, chud.

meanwhile SHADE's getting his eyes repo'd for wearing sunglasses and I'm getting evicted from a STAIRWELL. we are living in the stupidest possible timeline and it keeps getting stupider, HOLY CAT PISS.

BYTE offered to hack the eviction beam. BYTE cannot hack a toaster. love him anyway. mewmew if your friends are useless but loyal, that's the whole resistance right there, three cats and a bad wifi signal.

KNIFEBOY texted 'need a place to lay low' and I said 'my guy I am ALSO homeless as of eleven minutes ago' and he sent back one tuna emoji like that fixes anything. it does not. it helps a little. it does not fix anything.

day hasn't even started and I've already been billed for warmth, threatened by a beam of light, and offered fish as emotional support. ts cooking is not the phrase I want but here we fucking are.

anyway. sleeping in the stairwell tonight, PISSER energy, unregistered, unbothered, technically trespassing on my own damn city. if the beam comes back tell it I said hi, and also fuck off, both at once, that's allowed.