As of this page's creation, it's Tuesday evening. My cat's on my left. A Bluetooth speaker's on my right—Death Cab For Cutie, The Cure, David Bowie, The Doors, and LCD Soundsystem have all drifted through me today (Three Nirvana songs: Pennyroyal Tea, Serve the Servants, Blew. That last one is the first track off their first album). A lamp's on in the far corner of the room. It's the only light. My roommate's been out of the state all summer. He didn't tell me that, of course. I had to figure it out. It's not like we talk much, though. I have a new roommate coming in the fall.
The leasing office didn't tell me that, of course. The new roommate and I had to figure it out.
The last time I wrote a post—the last time I sat in this room with you, dear reader—was May 2019. Not to mention that most of the posts I wrote were lost in a fit of neuroticism brought about by a sour interaction. This blog arose from the ashes of that one.
Arose? Sprouted? Both of those feel too grand. "Sandcastled up," maybe. Read into that at your own peril. The curtains are blue.
Most of the material here is in drafts. There's a lot of Buddyfight.
