the room

Here's your first (and probably last) look at my new bedroom in the new apartment. It looks like that. There are, however, a few exceptions; slight differences between what you see in the picture and reality.

For instance, chair isn't empty, I'm currently sitting in it. And the three pictures on the top shelf of my new bookshelf (which I love) are now leaning on a Nalgene each, as sort of a picture frame, if you will. Perhaps the biggest exception is this: there is presently a stinkin' cable wire running from the wall opposite my desk (wall not pictured) to my computer. While I am grateful that it provides me with an internet connection, I simply cannot understand why the man - who took a week to get his butt over here to install it - thought it was a good place for that cable when I have the same wall jack directly behind my computer.

Why didn't I tell him otherwise? Well I was slightly busy being at the renowned Dr Boothe's LASIK center for nearly five hours. I don't really want to be many places for five hours, and in case I was ever unsure about that LASIK center's ability to hold my attention for such a length of time, I confirmed it today. It failed. Miserably. But that's just the price you have to pay to get your eyes fixed. That and a few thousand dollars.

I see that this post has taken an unexpected turn, and is not about LASIK (no pun intended). If you don't feel like commenting, I understand. This was yet another poor post. At least I have internet now. Maybe they'll start improving.