Worked on quarter-inch scale (1/48) boxes all day. They're waaaaaay too small! Not enjoyable at all. My eyes can't focus. My neck and shoulders are killing me. And I just had a chiropractor's visit yesterday! Next one is in 9 days... (T_T) Had to see J for a half-session after work. I could hardly keep my eyes open. Couldn't even talk properly. (T_T)Came home, and found dad's "organized" the stuff in the garage cabinets. Mom told him to. Looks like he's bee hiding junk in there. But... can we still trust him on judging what's "junk"?
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