The hole in my room is finally passable.
I had to slow down the progress. I don't know if the Freaks are back to sleep in the master bedroom, but I didn't want to take any chances.
I'm going to settle down to eat and maybe take a nap. I never knew how delicious canned corn was. The yams are disgusting.
My bedroom isn't actually directly above the basement room, I broke into a small crawlspace with sand that runs under the house. I'm guessing it's what the house is built on, though I'm not sure, I'm not a contractor or builder and this ain't exactly my area of expertise.
Well, I don't feel like belly crawling down there yet though. We've had rat problems before an
Saturday, July 11, 2009
07/11 | 05:11 PM
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