exhaustedThe old studio is no longer a studio, it's now a studio apartment of sorts. The walls are fixed, though not painted yet. It is ready to be lived in. It's not perfect, but it's quite workable.
I seem to remember sleeping sometime. I think I napped a couple of hours sometime Friday; I've pretty much lost track.
If I'm still awake in a bit, I'll get some pictures. It's doubtful.
The purging must continue, but the immediacy is turned down a notch. Jen is moving in tomorrow starting around noon; I may be awake for at least a part of it.
Going to bed now, to dream of soft lovely maidens gently caressing my skin with their loving tentacles.
And oh yeah-- I can't walk now. I can work up a good hobble if I try. That falling down the stairs thing caught up with me.
