Liquid Diet

If I’m going to be on a liquid diet, the least I could do is water the plants, right?

Solidarity, brothers (and sisters) and sisters*.

*Yes, it’s a Monty Python reference kinda day. Solidarity, siblings.

The Last Supper

I have prepared The Last Supper*.

*At least the last supper before the liquid diet starts at midnight.

Time to start searching for plants that can thrive in a basement environment.

Get it?

Oh nothing. Just hanging IKEA stuff on the walls like someone who knows what they are doing. That’s all. Drywall anchors and shit.

See that stupid little hook handing down from the ceiling?

I’m shocked at how difficult that was. I need to wait for the room to stop spinning.

I gave myself a nasty cut while chopping up cardboard and I didn’t even notice until I accidentally poked it with my fingernail.

Ouchtown, population me.

Now that the cellar is coming together, is the bedroom next?

There’s a ton of empty space where my desk used to be.