My International Trade Law course lasted Monday through Thursday, from 9-5. It was fascinating, but quite exhausting! When I finally got home every evening, it was dark, and I just had the energy to make dinner and watch a movie and go to sleep early. Every night at 8 pm, I bundle up and walk to Blockbuster to rent a single video, and all too frequently, buy a Cadbury bar. The Blockbuster people have started to call me by name.
My furniture situation is starting to look desperate. I don't mind sleeping on the floor, after four years in a barracks, where you might as well be sleeping on the floor anyway. I love my bedroom far more than any bed because I can roll around the entire room if I want to, and never fall off the edge of the mattress. Still--my dining position is rather more precarious. I have jury-rigged a sort of table, by knocking all the shoes off my shoe rack every evening and putting my laptop and my plate on it, and sitting in front of it in the loungey-sort of camp chair Alice loaned me. It's quite nice because the shoe rack has three levels and so I can have laptop on top and a glass of water below it and then rest my feet on the bottom. Still, my landlord walked in the other day and made a joke about my Spartan tendencies, and even the men carrying the refrigerator were giving me odd looks and saying delicate things about the high prices of home furnishings.
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