I forgot just how bloody small this sodding apartment is when there are three people living in it with three people's worth of crap. I'm pretty sure most of it is Dawn's. Why do teenage girls have so much bloody stuff? Then again, as cramped as the apartment is with all of our things, I'm glad to have them here again. And now that my sentimental moment of the day is over, I'm going out to get more pig's blood.