#297!
Forgot to mark yesterday, lol. As someone who doesn't really celebrate Christmas I got a...tad...engrossed in the day. But that's cool. A lot of yesterday and today has been spent trying to work out if Bann's ill, or if he just doesn't want to get out of bed. I'm pretty sure it's the latter. Almost convinced it's the latter.
Almost. Dang it, Bann.
Also set my smoke alarm off again.
THERE'S A CLOSED DOOR. HOW IS IT FINDING ANYTHING THROUGH A CLOSED DOOR? I want a new door. I also want a new door with the hinges on the other side because the hinges being on that side doesn't make sense. Seriously. Even assuming the rooms had a slightly different layout (because I'm thinking the bathroom's been...shrunk? at some point) it
still doesn't make sense for the hinges to be there. Whose bright idea was that?!
Bann's fine, btw. He still wants his lettuce, he can't be that unwell. Just adamant he doesn't want to get out of bed.
Edit: I take it back. Just went downstairs and came upstairs to him yelling at the cage bars. Thanks, mate.