Musings

[after the feelings hit in full force]

Is this a same-thing-we-do-everyday-Pinky sort of deal? Because if I'm going to be hit with peoples' feelings every day, I think I'm shipping my ass back down to San Diego.

On an unrelated note, is there an archer in the house? Just curious. Thanks for taking over back there, the break was kind of nice.

Restless. Just got home from work. My feet throb, eyes sting and I smell like I bathed in vodka, syrup and cigarettes. And despite the fact I'm exhausted I cannot seem to relax. Someone should bore me to death, that would certainly help. There must be someone here who can tell the perfect boring story.

Anyone?

I heard you've been given a warm welcome already, sugar. It's time to do some work.

To 6th floor Bathos neighbors: Sorry for the noise and the mess. Furniture people came today and who would have thunk a couch weighed that much? Who would have thunk that it would take me dragging it around the living room for an hour before I found where it looked best? Again, apologies. Though those should extend down to the fifth floor. I am sorry to my downstairs neighbor. Please don't throw things at the ceiling.

On the plus side, I have huge boxes to play with. I'm pretty sure I should have grown out of playing in boxes when I was ten, but I think everyone should be allowed to play with boxes big enough to stand up in.

So if you want to join my box party, please let me know.

Oh. I just moved in (obviously) and the apartment still smells like new. Anyone have any candles or something to get this smell out? It's making my nose hurt.

[Posted after he gets the mysterious note slipped under his door.]

I love my job.

[Locked to A Shabah]

Welcome to Seattle.