Forgive me if I've been busy. Please.
Part of it's been the yearly department of defense report that I'm singlehandedly writing, after being given like two and a half weeks' notice. Part of it is the massive amount of dead people/animal matter (and subsequent maggots/flies/beetles) passing under my in-need-of-manicuring hands. And part of it has to do with a recent surge of hormone-based domesticity.
I have nesting instincts, apparently. And they cause me to clean my kitchen floor with a toothbrush at two in the morning while wearing good linen.

Sometime this weekend I'll tell everyone how to REAR THEIR OWN MAGGOTS.
Promise.
Part of it's been the yearly department of defense report that I'm singlehandedly writing, after being given like two and a half weeks' notice. Part of it is the massive amount of dead people/animal matter (and subsequent maggots/flies/beetles) passing under my in-need-of-manicuring hands. And part of it has to do with a recent surge of hormone-based domesticity.
I have nesting instincts, apparently. And they cause me to clean my kitchen floor with a toothbrush at two in the morning while wearing good linen.

Sometime this weekend I'll tell everyone how to REAR THEIR OWN MAGGOTS.
Promise.
Mood: BUSY. GOD. AUGH.
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