Operation Taking Care Of Business In The Respect Of Making My Bedroom Look Less Like The Dwelling-Hole Of Someone Who Obviously Has Some Depression Problems went down like a shot of Jim Beam: there was some burning, but now I feel much happier. For the third time since I started living on my own I have a real and actual bed. My last bed met with a rather sordid and ignoble end. This one, for better or worse, appears to have a long life ahead of it. Updates will probably not follow.
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That's rad that you are giving my old bed nocturnal sleeping body love.
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