Mistakes were made

First and foremost this is weird. Living by myself with no one else to worry about (kind of) is a different state of being for me and I'm not sure I like it just yet. I feel like father fucking time in this apartment building because the world has advanced since I was a renter. Not more keys for one. I have a fob and an app. When the pizza guy gets here my phone rings which I successfully tested out this evening.

My bed has yet to arrive but luckily my jigsaw puzzle of a couch got here in 5 boxes. It really wasn't hard to assemble and it breaks down into mobile chunks when necessary. I'm sleeping on it for now so it has passed the nap test but no TV until I get back after Thanksgiving so I'm watching my laptop like a college kid.

I did buy an entertainment unit from Ikea along with a bunch of assorted other Swedish junk. Assembly sucked. Corners were cut, quality was sacrificed, but I got done in a reasonable amount of time and laid across the thing as a test. Unless I time travel back to the nineties and get the biggest rear projection screed available I don't think I'll have a sturdiness problem. The cut corners were mainly cosmetic and since in this house I answer to no-one executive decisions were made.

I'll post a picture once I'm up more setup. Right now it looks more like a homeless encampment than anything else. I fall asleep staring at the cult across the street. Yup, you read that right, a full blown cult. one of the oldest in the country I might add. I think I'm going to like it here...