Chapter the third: In which, Our Hero makes a shocking Admission. Chaos ensues.

I'd never bought a serious piece of furniture in my life. Sure, an Ikea entertainment center or something, but nothing really real. It's pretty much all been second-generation hand-me-downs.

Until now:



I came home sick in the middle of the day, and also got this sweet barcalounger delivered. It's pretty decadent, I admit, but I'm looking forward to many happy years of reclining.