i love my apartment. It is great. Especially when you are waking up at seven in the fucking morning having not gone to bed before 2:30AM on any night in recent memory. So you wake up and you’re like

“OH SHIT MY EYES IT’S SO BRIGHT, I BURN I BURN…”

The apartment is small, perhaps too small to house two ostensibly grown adults, one of whom is 6 foot 3. It kind of smells weird too, as the whole thing was retrofit from an “attic” to a “studio apartment”. but i get past it. i love it.

what made me fall in love with the apartment was not the oddly slanting ceilings, nor even the fact that the toilet is perched upon a foot-tall box, lending new meaning to the euphemism “throne”. No, the SKYLIGHTS were what made me fall in love with the apartment. Those five large skylights make the attic apartment a great place to watch a lightning storm, but often a really painful place to be sleep deprived.

and this morning?

painful.