My bedroom is the biggest I've ever had all to myself.
|That's my bike out the window, getting rained on.|
I can look out the window into my back yard and all my neighbor's yards while I shower.
|Weird glassed in bookshelf in my room. Love it.|
|That blue door out my window is an outhouse. Doesn't work.|
|Did I mention our living room is also a panic room? It locks from the inside only.|
I love my housemates.
I have a bed. Finally.
I got Shobha's printer to work that she left when she went back to Vienna. So, now I have a printer. I scanned these pictures with it the other day: FLICKER
I have enough floor space in my bedroom to make snow angels, if it were ever to snow in my room.
The end. Back to my essay. Alisha found all the problems in it last night for me, so now I just need to fix it. I'm dangerously close to being finished with my MA. Insane.