Woke up this morning to find that two pillows, the majority of my blanket and -- mysteriously -- my phone had decided to migrate to the floor sometime during the night. I can only assume that I either a) had a nightmare or b) had a dream in which I was Disco Stu ripping up the dancefloor in a pair of rollerskates. My hair has refused to lie down since. I look like the crazy cat lady.
disco STU is too hot for YOUWe moved the cupboards from the north to the south wall yesterday, and moved the dead zombie couch that nobody uses to the north wall instead. Awesome how barely moving anything at all can give the illusion of having so much more space. At some point dad removed the grille door at the back, so now in the morning when the sun comes up the dining/kitchen area is flooded with light. Obviously dad is a geeeeenius.
Unfortunately new shower is really just new shower base and working spray with NO WALLS so if anyone plans on taking a shower they risk flooding the whole bathroom in the process. And soon we will have NO BATH. What will I do without a bath?? It's unthinkable???
Should get cracking on various bits of art I owe people, but sis is rewatching Lost in the other room and I honestly can't be bothered doing anything, except maybe lying down on the living room couch and occasionally drooling at the tv.
Mmm. my finger is in so very many online pies.
.. aaand I'm so gone. bye!
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