Out from the Toilet
Monday, 5 January 2009
I was about to sleep.
It's one o' clock in the morning and my oh-so-courteous neighbour is hammering away to his heart's content.
Oh. It stopped!
Oh wait. It's back.
I think he's trying to fix a bed? Or some other wooden object.
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