I guess, now, I've got the last of my bucket list completed what with my latest adventuring landing me here dead centered in my parents' literal basement.

Which if we're being fair is way nicer than anything my house offers up these days - I mean WAY nicer.

Having nothing better to do than wait for my head to potentially return to discarded cantaloupe state again... I've now relocated to my parents' living room which is WAAAY nicer than the basement, and the upstairs has dogs running about so... is this what all the fuss is about?

• Dudes don't want their own trash can to call home when this is the alternative living situation?
  • And internet situation?
    • How WAAAAAAAAAAY nicer everything is?

Even this banana  ...