Home Sweet Home


Finally found a place to stay. What a great way to start the month. After a couple fruitless weeks of searching, the pavement pounding paid off, and I scored a sweet furnished room in a great house here in Sandy Hill, nice a close to school.

I don’t know why I get lucky like this. On the one hand, I never really get stressed out about things, and in the end they work out. Luck. Or do they work out because I don’t get stressed? Cause and effect? I’m not professing any personal skill here– if anything, I’m admitting that most of the time I suffer from blissful ignorance of the seriousness of my situation. That’s probably gonna bite me in the ass one day.

Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about it.

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