It's almost been an hour and there isn't a new Trail Mix post? Wow that's disappointing. Anywways, right now I'm listening to Sonata Number 10 in C Major by Motzart. The water drips from a far away faucet in a slow uneasy trickle. The room is dark, light seems to whisper around the corner, it's faint. It's mere prescense taunting the desolate space. The enclosure is tight, the air in the room feels taunt and dry, where am I? That's 75 right ok good.