yodge (yodge) wrote,
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Yoj The Builder

The furniture came, and I assembled it. But first, of course, we discovered that there wasn't a screwdriver in the house or at the neighbors', so I walked to the store to buy one. Of course, since I was there, I figured I'd buy my food for the next few days... not realizing the weight milk and tuna and mayo and mustard would be on the walk back.

I'm going to a college (and church) called Hillsong.

There are hills around.

Well, slopes, depending on where you're from. And stairs.

Anyway, it was a good workout - which I didn't really need, since I'd spend the rest of the day doing freaking carpentry and unpacking and lifting planks and using a half-useless screwdriver. Screwdrivers are real workouts for the arms and pecs!

Anyway, the room is now looking great, except for the pile of shoes in plastic bags by the door... I think I need to buy a shoe rack. And a little shelf. I don't really want to add my shoes to the pile scattered downstairs - no offense to the lovely girls I'm living with... I'd just feel more organized if I knew where all my shoes were.

Anyway, I'm knackered. My arms are like jelly and my back aches.

Good night!
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