Steven's working on my room. Not sure if you can call it a room when it doesn't actually have four walls, but still. One day, it'll be a room. Probably in 80 years when we die and our estate sells it to some slum lord who slaps up some panels and rents it out to the poverty stricken who don't care that the kitchen taps leak.
Blogtober, Day (coughcough) Ten
I'd like to congratulate all the people who have been Blogtobering, being that I pestered (and possibly threatened them) to do it, while I myself have skipped the first nine days. I'll go back and add them, I swear. Even if it's just pictures and frivolous nonsense. The funny thing is, our lives are busy, and I do have new things to blog about, so I best get at it. I get that this isn't a real post. Posts about how there are no posts are cheating, but then again, so is backdating. I clearly have no shame. Love ya.
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