IT. IS. TIME. (Though. It. Is. Still. Not. Totally. Done.)

But the clutter is cleared (read: pushed up against the walls) and the bed is made and the red throw pillows are pilfered from the couch to mask how wrinkly the pillowcases are but don’t for a second believe that I’m a bed-throw-pillow kind of gay because NO and the photo is artfully composed and cropped and edited and I’M SLEEPING IN MY OWN BED TONIGHT!