The basement is entirely too cold. The walls are yellow from the nicotine, and our breath can be seen in the middle of the day. We have our couch, though, and our t.v., and were recently gifted with a dartboard that aged way, way, too fast, so it’s not all bad. Nothing piles of blankets can’t cure, that and cheap wine.
Hah, I got a new job, same
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