S U B U R B A N C A M P I N G
There's totally a stuffed bear on the wall. His left paw definitely snapped off at some point, too. Poor fella. Or lady. Wrong half to check...
That's the feel of the room. It's not so much like camping, but more like a badass northwoods cabin. One that is unfortunately very very full of middle-aged white suburbanites such as myself and my cohorts. The bear in the previous photo was in my field of vision when I looked to the left. When I looked to the right, I saw the bear's detached horn, gruesomely made into a light fixture with an Ed Gein-esque lampshade. He was from Wisconsin, you know. Ed Gein, I mean. The bear was probably from Illinois. Most things in Wisconsin cabins are from Illinois.
Here's a pint glass which is either half-full or half-empty, depending on how well your seasonal depression is being managed.
Here's a random idea I was just thinking of:
I wish I could turn all sounds off on Steem Monster except reminders to play or that I'm running out of time or whatever.
