OK. I've got to get the south part of the Attic of
Love Disaster cleaned up today.
The last large size G1 guys need to be packed up, all of my computer area needs to be cleaned and wiped down, all old bills and shit need to be sorted and pitched, and the weird shelf I bought from Juice's sister needs to be taken out to the trash for disposal.
I don't care if my back is killing me.
I'm not going to get messed up on painkillers to do this.
I'm going to become one with the pain.
I'm going to pwn the pain!
And when the pain has passed, only I, and a clean attic, will remain!