Attempting spring cleaning, not going well. Rearranged a few things but the laundry is still monstrously large and I don't feel like going to the apartment facilities to do it. And the dishes. We really need a girlfriend.
Bought 4 ridiculously overpriced cocktail cans on the way home last night. Dunno why. Guess I'll just have to drink them and play guitar. Sundays are hard.
Apparently if you put a six-pack of beer in a car seat parallel to the seat back, and are later required to slam on the brakes while driving, the six-pack will tip over and the top three bottles will be launched onto the floor.