The landlord came stomping through the flat with about 8 cambodian guys, and they all peeked in to my room with a mixture of shock and amusement, and I sat here giggling in my bathrobe with bedhair and whatever. GOOD LUCK SELLING THIS SHIZZLE, MISTER LANDLORD!
Poor djdigit is all swollen and bloody from his evil dental horrors, so I'm going to head over there to give him tea, soup, and ice packs. Might be going to the Darkest Hour tonight, depending on how much I feel up to doing later on.
I need people right now.