Trashed elbow

And I awoke to find the world a slightly different place. For one thing, it had tatami matting and a sliding door. In my drunken state, it seems I had ended up in Mike's room.

Mike, upon returning home and finding me unconscious on his futon, had to sleep in my room. Fortunately, determined not to begin the next chapter in my history surrounded by filth, I had tidied it.

As it turns out, I could have saved myself the effort.