Just when I thought I might have some time to, y'know, CLEAN THIS SHITHOLE I LIVE IN, I get news.
A friend is nearly homeless, wants to find job in Seattle. Wants to use floor as crashspace for a bit.
...FUCK ME. I can't say no, but I don't wanna say yes. I live in a studio apartment of less than 450 square feet, only 240 of which is usable floor space. It's barely enough for me to effectively use, let alone two people.
Hi, Mr. Rock. Hello, Mr. Hardplace. Fancy meeting you here.