I keep so much bottled up inside.

Ran into old Entropy Eddy, where things end up leaning towards chaos with a threatening hint of decay on his breath.

So I'm out hopping from chunk to chunk as usual, reining things in, steering small herds when I can. The the reality flotsam starts to go all pear shaped, hunks bumpin into each other, escaping their reins and getting all out of hand. Then you look down and notice the couple of chunks you're standing on starting to lose their structural cohesion and fall apart, and you're like why did I even get up this morning? And how did I get here? And where am I, anyway? Necessitates a whole new outlook!

I met a Canning Wizard the other night by the name of @Mason Jarr and I'm going to see what I might learn from him regarding some approaches to escaping this morass.

I trapped Entropy Eddy in a jug and corked it. All I had to do was put a dead fly in there and wait. Soon enough, Entropy Eddy just had to know what was in there, tickling his nose like that. As soon as he slipped inside that jug I bottled him up, and gave him to @The Cloven Kid.

Eventually that jug will shrink down to a growler, then down to a juglet, then down into a little doll house prop, then get so small you can't find it at all.

But ol' Entropy Eddy will come back. He always does.

Bottling up the Lunar Eclipse tonight. Will be available for purchase tomorrow at noon outside the cafeteria. Look for me, @Mason Jarr, and @The Cloven Kid at the tables in the commons.

Everything must go!