No Sleep. Bum Bum. 'Til Bedtime.

When I've come to end of my conscious rope and I'm contemplating going to bed and leaving my laundry in the drier all night like a bad neighbor might (104, 204, I'm looking at you,) I remembered 2 things: 1) To be kind and considerate to one's neighbors begets good karma which will one day reward me with a lifetime supply of cinnamon bears, and 2) my pillowcases are in that load.

Next week... more weird dwelling opportunities.