My little slum nest has been in filthy chaos for a month and a half, now, and no end in sight. The painting will be finished next week, but the more shit I get rid of, the more seems to spring out at me like the children of the Hydra's teeth. I'm always exhausted, of course, but this is past a joke. I'm shattered, frelled, kaput...The wall of shelves is nearly full, but there are still about ten bags of books!
Oh well, off to LIDL, then back to the fray.