Need I Say More?

Am I really living alone?

I am lost in a very large pile of boxes and hangers.

I cannot sleep. Part nerves (there are strange noises that sound scary) part excited (because figuring out where to put my chair is oh so exciting).

I am surrounded by loving lesbians. 2 upstairs, 5 next door. (At least, they seem like lesbians. I could be wrong.) So really there is no reason to be afraid.

And my grandpa made me take a weird short golf club. Why? To bash in the heads of unwanted intruders of course. Thanks grandpa.