The paper is still unwritten and here I am decided to do a d-land update instead. How very unlike me.
We found our perfect apartment. It's actually a whole house. Hardwood floors, claw foot bathtub, working fireplaces, view of the harbor, new washer and dryer, incredibly large bedrooms and oodles of storage space. We want this house. We NEED this house. It makes all the other prospects we've visited look like cardboard boxes. Unfortunately we're not the only ones interested in this lovely house. The potential landlady is making us sweat it out. Leona checks her e-mail every 5 seconds hoping for a good word. I want to send her a basket of mini muffins.
Bah! I hate writing papers. What was I thinking when I decided a degree in the arts was the right path for me? Obviously I wasn't thinking. I should have just rocked out a biology degree and been graduated AND employed by now.
Okay I can do this. Tea. Scone. Paper. I have it all under control.
Nicole