when i get sick of my little apartment and feel like i am going to choke in there, i pack up all of my stuff and make the trek across the hall. i set up in my friend/landlord's apartment all over his dining room table. i spread out all of my cookbooks and notebooks and dictionaries and pretend to work for a few hours, fooling him and his roommate into thinking that i am oh-so-diligent and smart. but really, i just play spider solitaire and check my email. and now, i have this blog to distract me more.

although, maybe if i started thinking short and sweet, like this, i'd be better off.