Autobiographically Too Flat

Woof. Worst upkeep of a blog ever. Not only did I neglect to write an entry on Friday (just completely forgot about it), but Ben told me that Thursdays entry read really close to an earlier one. The way I figure it, no one else pays any attention to me, so why should I? And I missed Mondays, but that was excusable (Memorial Day and all. What with me not having a net connection at the apartment, getting any content on the site over weekends is a little tough. Don't have a modem, so I can't dial up to the AOL connection I don't even have).

But I'm back now, and isn't that what's important. So, more apartment news. I switch rooms in the apartment this weekend. Moved from the upstairs room to the larger, less head-damaging downstairs room. Switching rooms wasn't that difficult - it mostly just involved moving all of the crap that was left in the room by Jorge to the landing upstairs that Jeff is using as storage. For that matter, a lot of the stuff in that downstairs room was Jeff's as well. As far as I can tell, a goodly portion of the apartment is set aside for use as Jeff's storage space.

I thought a list of things that I had to take out of the room might be entertaining to peruse:

Deck of cards (52 cards, no jokers: Actually put into my desk drawer)

Circular saw

Hand saw

Glass jar full of unpopped gourmet popcorn

14 Playboy magazines (inc. Natural Beauties, College Girls, 2001 Lingerie, and the Lara Croft issue)

Two cordless hand drills (broken)

A Playstation 2 (broken. Such a disaster. Well, maybe not such a disaster) w/ two controllers

A Nintendo

More tea candles than you can shake a stick at

1 copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone (so huge)

Pocket guide to NYC

Assorted electronics (portable phone, cellular phone, wires, etc)

2 bookshelf stereo speakers, 2 heavier-duty stereo speakers (now attached to my reciever, for what is now appx. 500 Watts of output power. Again, so huge)

Multiple mirrors of varying sizes

And it's really that last entry that is the point of todays blog. I now have multiple mirrors, and most of them fit very well into the spaces that are made by supporting struts on my ceiling. I really want to put all of the mirrors on my ceiling, if only just to see what it's like for a while. The question is: How creepy is that? If I bring some girl back to the place (and it's bad enough that I have to bring her to the barrio, can I justifiably subject her to a mirrored ceiling? Email me.