Our House is a Very, Very, Very Fine House...

I have finally moved! I'm out of the tiny cave that I called my room and into my new apartment. It doesn't quite feel like mine yet. It's like I'm staying at a hotel and I have to check out soon. I'll take some pictures and put them up as soon as I can get internet access and when my place is clean. I need to get a couch and cable before anything else.

I'm in the breakroom and a delightful episode of "Jerry Springer" is playing behind me. I can't wear shirts that expose my bare midriff but we can watch this crap? Something about that doesn't seem right...