all of which to say, my flat is WRECKED.
my father noted this when we skyped the other evening. he said, whoa. dartar, you're looking a little squalid. eatonspeak for: CLEAN YOUR ROOM. which is what today's for.
which is fortunate as last night i had a panic dream that i'd arranged to have two people from airbnb stay in my flat whilst steven was also visiting, one of whom was catsitting for a friend. fortunately, in the panic, i discovered a portal to a room from burvil's 1980s house which had been secretly grafted onto my flat here in england, so ultimately all was well.