Monday, October 17, 2005
Out of the closet
I'm up kind of late tonight as I slept in late this morning, recovering from Friday night and Saturday.

Anyway, I live in a converted attic in a house on the edge of Palo Alto (my roommates, the living room, bathroom, and kitchen are on the first floor). There's a lot of room for me, but I'm still hardly settled in. I've lived here about six weeks, but I don't spend much time at home. It's more of a crash pad.

I've been wanting to stop by IKEA for awhile to buy something to hang my shirts on.

There's a door in my room (it's on the side wall below a sloping ceiling, so it's only about 3-4 feet tall) that I've just never opened. Turns out there's a little closet inside with a bar to hang shirts on.

Huh. Not bad. I would have preferred to be transported to a magical fantasy world, but this will do for hanging up my shirts.
for a second there i thought you were joining the club -- i was gonna say that you were 6 days late -- but, alas, you haven't joined us...yet.
for a second there i thought you were joining the club

No sir. I'd need to be promised a set of steak knives or something
There are no IKEAs in Alaska. Rumor has it that they won't even send catalogs to an Alaska address because they don't ship to Alaska either. I have no idea whether or not this is true....this is just what I've been told.
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