It’s been a while since I busted out one of the dreaded paperbaghat pics, but I was tidying up the study a little and figured, yeah, what the hell. The flatmate is back at work today, which means I can indulge in some of my old living-on-my-own bad habits:
Tradition dictates that I order pizza while wearing the dreaded paperbaghat, then answer the door while wearing it. I mean, it’s happened a couple of times now.
But for once, I’m going to break that tradition. This one, internet, this one’s just for you.
