Beep bop boop, joke's on you. Ooooo gotchya. This is clearly not my apartment. I know, you're crushed. My apartment is actually above a "tropical" (awesome) restaurant in Harlem...yeaaaaaaaah. Regardless, I did not leave my apartment today as I am sick sickity sick sick sick. So I made up a prettier, new and imporved version of my apartment with the most lovely art, lady trinkets, and of course-
a sleepy handsome boyfriend great lighting.
Chugging cough syrup is looking like a better option every minute.