Did a bit of vacuuming, bit of tidying up the ol' "study" upstairs, which looked as though it had been organized using a wood-chipper. I'm sort of disappointed, really. No longer does it possess that "squatters den for schizoid crack-heads" charm I'd grown so found of. But you know what guys? I've faith that given enough abject negligence and exposure to my generally slovenly manner, in time it will regain its former splendor. I think I'll get the ball rolling by blowing my nose into a paper towel and missing a jump shot into the waste basket.