Jess and I were talking about Trading Spaces, and how Frank has lackluster designs a lot of times when compared to others. And how he sweats quite a lot, and is still wearing the same shirt on the second day. And by "sweats quite a lot", I mean, it could drown someone.
Finished painting the whatever the hell it was. I don't remember, nor do I want to right now.
Still writing Chapter 12.
Need a haircut, will set an appointment tomorrow.
Jess is coming up with odd ways of how to call me, all the while reminding me that I should call Sruti again soon.