Tuesday, November 22, 2005


It turns out that our tiny little one-bedroom flat has a great deal of hidden space. At least that's my assumption, as we seem to have far more stuff than we could plausibly have enough room for.

Yet another reason to take up an ascetic existence, I suppose. Alternatively, someone could buy me a Bag of Holding for Christmas.


  1. The ascetic life is grossly overrated. You can only stomach internal peace for so long, and then you're jonesing for yer comic books and CDs.

  2. I wish for a Coat of Charisma +6 for christmas. That would be so freakin' awesome, not to mention essential for my well-being.