A friend of my flatmate’s came for a casual visit on Thursday and since then she’s been living in my living room. Not that I don’t like her or anything, but having guests living in the coach is quite uncomfortable if the visit lasts more than what it is considered politically correct. So I am living-room-less and I need to feel as comfy as possible in my bedroom. Thus logically I’ve built a blanket fort and supplied it with food and different beverages.
Why? Because I’m a fucking grown-up, mature adult, that’s why.