Grinding away on inks and started laundry when my housemates got in. Housemate #1 has a car, but she's drunk; housemate #2 was sober, can't drive, and forgot their backpack at the place where they got dinner. So I drove them to the other side of town, thankfully the waitstaff found their backpack, and I treated myself to supermarket sushi on the way back.
That loud clattering was my entire spoon drawer being emptied onto the floor, so I'm done inking for now.