And an email, the annual unit inspection, and - as if I didn't already know I'm being confronted with my shoddy housekeeping and the hoarding up of artist materials. I need to find a way to make this all work.
I pop by the office, try and bribe the building manager with some of the tasty kimchi I made the other day, but she's having none of it...
It's good, it's gotten a bit much this mess that sees me heading to the library rather than deal with all the skeletons I've pulled from the closet and laid out upon the floor, and while I'm rebelling against at what at most amounts to 2 or 3 hours work it will - once accomplished - ease my soul.