"You're in the apartment with all the stuff, right?"
"Yeah, we can't get rid of them because you have stuff."
"So... I should move the stuff somewhere? You told me not to move anything. Or --"
"No, no, I'm not telling you to do anything. I'm going to talk to some guys and they'll maybe get back to you or something, but really you should just give up all hope and kill yourself."
Okay, maybe that last part wasn't said *explicitly*.
So I bought a pie, and triggered the fimbulwinter. Now, I'm not sure how I managed to do that, but I'm just saying -- when I woke up this morning, there was no sun.
There's still no sun.
God, it's cold. x.x