They're all dead dave.

Well not quite what the title would make you beleive. But I'm not far off it.

Recently I have been replacing much needed sleep with household DIY.
DIY, is not a sleep substitute, and is rarely subscribed by doctors for sleep disorders.

Now the flat resembles a large spaceship.

Lot's of room, and still somehow claustrophobic...
It's something about bare walls. The room just seems to schrink.
And when you say something, the echo's assault you like a mob of drunken teenagers.

Still, now there's nothing left in here, there's also nothing to get the place dirty.

The only thing that we can actually do in our flat now, is stand.
And damn that's boring!