I can still feel my feet, which is a good thing. I do have some nerve damage from being undiagnosed for so long, which is not a good thing, but such is life.
And I got weighed, which was ultimately depressing.
Coo.
Got a few small things done today. Fixed some light fixtures, replaced the shower head with one of those spasming dealy-bobs, got some stuff moved…
Woke up from what I think was a dream with that line in my head. No context, other than it completely made sense. Yes, I am indeed awake, and for no…
Done- de done-done. At least for the night. The old studio is no longer a studio, it's now a studio apartment of sorts. The walls are fixed, though…