I Could Drown in All This Clutter

There's never a wish better than this

When you've only got a hundred years to live ...

 

Well, I feel a lot better this week.  It's not nearly as crazy here as it was when we moved.  It's such a bitch to move ... I'm never doing it again.  I still have yet to get a new phone, though.  That's killer.  Mine won't even recharge.  I've become more comfortable sleeping on the futon mattress, though.  And I've made a nifty little desk out of my round, orbital-ly folding chair and the black table we had in the common room in Lafayette.  All-in-all, I'd prefer some furniture, but I'm comfortable enough as it is ...