So, I just reconfigured the living room such that now my TV is on a different wall, the one across from the bathroom
And it’s my apartment and I don’t care and hell if I’m gonna close the door when I pee
And our magical hard drive toaster box, when it’s idle for too long, it starts cycling through photos
And guess what I have on there
So every now and then, I’ll be peeing, and look up to see MISHA’S MANICALLY GRINNING FACE
I find it rather disconcerting, somehow.