where dust bunnies come to die

Just a quick note concerning the aforementioned bunnies of dust: Scott and I recently entered the zone and the flat is now undergoing a deep clean. It's so nice not to feel like my socks are doubling as a dust mop. And I got a go at the kitchen (very important). Anyway, just a quick status update on the state of the boy roommate situation. I hereby remove all capital letters after b when referring to my flatmates from now on. Just Boys. Mostly lowercase.