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My apartment is like a “permanently under construction” website. Furniture construction kits stand unopened in the middle of the room. Piles of ‘miscellaneous papers’ lie around. A small, foldup table doubles as Esc desk and dinner table. Bright lightbulbs hang naked from the ceiling. Mail lies unread behind the front door. In short, I’m building a monument to neglect and entropy.
Somehow, men seem more capable of living under these conditions than women. I am fixing the problem, but slowly. After every improvement, I feel happier. My computer now occupies half the space it did yesterday.
I guess it’s progress.

Posted by cronopio at 01:25 AM, February 06, 2002 | Comments (0)