in which I am a hermit

There are several things I do not have in my new apartment…

  • I do not have a sofa. Indeed, my bum has but a minor selection of surfaces upon which to rest–a bubble chair my mom salvaged from my teenaged bedroom, a couple of stools, and my new pink desk chair. I miss cushy couches.
  • I do not have a television… not that I watch much to begin with, but I miss it now more than ever.
  • But the pièce de résistance… *dun dun dun* I do not have reliable internets! My account won’t come through until the 15th, so I’m at the mercy of my neighbor’s wi-fi, which likes to go to sleep at odd intervals and leave me bereft of webby goodness.

In the meantime, I am editing and reading and figuring out how to shift for myself. Now, if only I could figure out how to get my windows to close properly so I don’t have to hear every nighttime sound.