New apartment is set up, electric was turned on this morning (after five days, which is like camping but more comfortable). No internet until next week, so I'm stuck using my phone for everything. It's frustrating as fuck, but it's also still a marvel of technology- magic, if you will- so I'm claiming my membership in club 'Murica every time I bitch about it.
Within one minute of my bedroom there is a Graeter's, a bar, and a coffee shop that offers tarot readings (wtf, right?). I should offer my services. I used to do some fantastic literal interpretations of the cards.