We spent the afternoon unpacking the spring/summer materials. I’ve been threatening for years to make a Fortress of Evil out of the boxes, but sadly, I think evil fortresses are against company policy. Or they’re fire hazards or something.
But today… today… I managed to block off my own little pod in a fit of organizational madness. And well, once you start building a place of diabolical shenanigans, stopping is just sort of silly.
Besides — look who I’ve got guarding it: Jesse m-f’in Custer and a gorram unicorn.
Best. Fortress. Ever.
