I JUST GOT THE NET HOOKED UP AT HOME!
I have not had a net hook-up since April and I have not had cable TV for three years now (still don't). I don't really hear well enough to like listening to the radio. So basically, I've been living under a rock. I'm pretty damn proud of myself for not going absolutely apeshit all by myself in my marginally-furnished apartment for the first few months. Now that I've got a roommate, an apartment with actual stuff in it and a net hook up, things are feeling positively decadent. The first night I was here, the electrical hadn't been hooked up yet and I didn't have any furniture. My friend Meg came over (bless her) to keep me from going insane. We ate dinner from 7-11 because I didn't have so much as a microwave and I didn't have money or a phone, so we couldn't even order pizza. We lit candles and slept in the middle of the floor under a duvet that Meg had scavenged from her Mom's place and brought with her on the bus.
Right now, I'm sitting here at my computer eating good cheese and drinking Perrier. That may not be your idea of luxury, but...goddamn, things are looking up.
My roommate is going to be thrilled. If she's not a figment of my imagination, that is; I haven't actually seen her in quite some time. I suspect her to be real and still very much alive, but I'm basing that assumption wholly on the smell of her incense.
I have not had a net hook-up since April and I have not had cable TV for three years now (still don't). I don't really hear well enough to like listening to the radio. So basically, I've been living under a rock. I'm pretty damn proud of myself for not going absolutely apeshit all by myself in my marginally-furnished apartment for the first few months. Now that I've got a roommate, an apartment with actual stuff in it and a net hook up, things are feeling positively decadent. The first night I was here, the electrical hadn't been hooked up yet and I didn't have any furniture. My friend Meg came over (bless her) to keep me from going insane. We ate dinner from 7-11 because I didn't have so much as a microwave and I didn't have money or a phone, so we couldn't even order pizza. We lit candles and slept in the middle of the floor under a duvet that Meg had scavenged from her Mom's place and brought with her on the bus.
Right now, I'm sitting here at my computer eating good cheese and drinking Perrier. That may not be your idea of luxury, but...goddamn, things are looking up.
My roommate is going to be thrilled. If she's not a figment of my imagination, that is; I haven't actually seen her in quite some time. I suspect her to be real and still very much alive, but I'm basing that assumption wholly on the smell of her incense.