The Bed Saga is over (ever notice how my 'sagas' usually only last 2 posts?). After taking apart my bed for the second time, I managed to irk my father enough to help me get it set up. After a trip to Kents, lots of swearing, and the full use of an engineering certificate, we finally got the damn thing up. I took a picture of it for all to see. Really, it's not that amazing, after all that, but it is a birthday gift, so I'll pretend to love it, for a little while.

Right now, I'm mid-cleaning. The new bed now takes up a lot of room, so I have to move some furniture around a bit. Though I never, EVER, do it, I enjoy the cleaning process for it's purging qualities. I tend to keep a lot of useless crap around, so it's nice just to sever the ties and get them out my space. I tend to be emotionally attached to inatimate objects.

Hope you had a good father's day.