DUDE, YO, I'M SO FUCKING BORED. Oh, oops, sorry.
If you don't know by now I live upstairs but work downstairs.
Here's what's upstairs: my apartment, my twin bed-built-for-one, my kitchen/refrigerator/food/stove - I cook. TV, no cable. Radio, the CD player is broken, but the tape player works. I have a phone; no one calls. Shower. Toilet. Toothbrush and toothpaste. Floss. 2 bicycles. Paint and things to paint on and things to paint with. Water.
That pretty much covers it.
Here's what's downstairs: J-O-B. An alarm system/code. Computer (i.e.internet). Air conditioning. Alcohol.
Sometimes I'm upstairs and get bored and think, I should go downstairs.
So now I'm a little bit ... with downstairs.
(note to self: remain sober enough to punch in the correct alarm code upon exit.)
chapter 3.