this is real. are you scared? i am.
when we moved into our home, the main level was under construction. the upstairs bedrooms became our living spaces, and the basement became . . . well, it became the place for everything else. i mean everything. i spy a computer. a mini trampoline. recording equipment. wrapping paper. and probably about a million boxes that each have just one thing in them.
this is where i'll be for the next few weeks. it is time to clear this out. if you don't hear from me, send in a search party.