So, my latest advent has seen me uprooted from my former location and placed in mylatter. By latter, I mean later. And by later I mean later than my former, specifically: my now.
And now here I sit in my new bedroom, which has no closets and is so small most cars could not fit inside of it.
At least I know that that prank where people assemble a car inside of a room and leave it there will never happen to me. Unless it's one of those mini-euro cars I saw in Belgium.
In that case I could probably just drive it out the door, down the stairs and into the streets of my latter location.