Time Not Yet On My Side.

[rejectomorph]

Still in a rush, and I don't like to write anything when I'm rushed. It either turns out to be crap, or it turns interesting and I don't have time to get interesting, so I end up frustrated. Literatus interruptus. But I got some furniture moved around, and some stuff thrown out, and the sty is beginning to resemble a room. At least, I can now take as many as four steps before I run into something. Yay.