In a week I'm moving from my tiny studio(it's like a closet with a sink) in beautiful Brookline, to a larger, cheaper apartment in Brighton. I'm certain it's about time, because a mouse has decided to move in my apartment a week and a half before my lease ends(it's not paying rent, and it certainly isn't on my lease). I must be getting lonely too, because I often find myself talking to the mouse. I've been constructing things around the mouse hole from cardboard and plastic to keep it from getting into my room. It's like we're competeing for territory. This afternoon, I got home from work to find that it had chewed through the plastic bag I stuffed in its hole(who knew grocery bags weren't indestructable?). When I turned the light on and caught it going back into its hole, I started telling the mouse to "stay in there" and "I don't want to see you out for another week," like I was grounding a kid. Bah!! Point is, I can't wait to get into a real apartment.
ARGHH!!!!
ARGHH!!!!