Live from the Bathtub
I am writing this entree in the bathtub. I'm serious.
I realized that I didn't have a plug to plug up the tub so I used a measuring cup to block the water. I'm not telling you which one.
Michael is coming to visit me after. This makes me happy. I'm in the mood for company.
Yesterday it dawned on me. I'm moving in two months. It's weird. Really weird. The last time I officially moved was in 1995. I might actually get to move some of my stuff in. Equally strange. I've gotten so used to living of the essentials and a few non-essentials that just having some of my stuff around is going to be weird.
I feel like I should be reading as opposed to contemplating weather or not I should be flipping through flickr to find photo's I've taken that are really pretty and are going to go into the beautiful photo album that my grandmother gave me as a graduation present. If anyone would like to send me their choice picks my flickr is http://www.flickr.com/photos/navi/.
This is probably not safe.
