Adventures At Millwood

Bloody fucking hell this places is rampant with spiders. Spiders of various sizes and colors. I'm just waiting for one to crawl into my mouth while I sleep at night.

Despite the spider infestation that has been dwindling since our arrival eight weeks ago life at Millwood is nice, but God I want some furniture. For instance, I'd really like a couch that isn't covered in black dog hair. Or maybe a swivel chair for my desk instead of the oddly upholstered stool that I've been using (which was left in the kitchen and is indistinguishable in age).

Erika and I eat so well here. She made chicken noodle soup the other day. From scratch. Scratch people! We spend most of our time in the kitchen, which is not where I would necessarily say a woman belongs, but to hell with feminist ideals. I love to cook and I'm going to fucking do it as often as I can.