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.
No sir. I'd need to be promised a set of steak knives or something