Oh, hell, the aftermath....
Good God Almighty. There's a client I forgot about coming to look at a dresser (buried behind all this by the window) in two hours, and my living room looks like the Wreck of The frikking Hesperus, if there had been a damned Pinterest typhoon.
I started cleaning last night, but stopped after the first bar box, where I was waylaid by a bottle of vodka and my favorite IPA.
There is a giant moon in my driveway.
I am feeling a little rough around the edges.
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