magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

The beginning of another month. I arrived home to three boxes of carpet tiles, the first to arrive of last week's mail order purchases, an attempt to make my apartment resemble somewhere lived in, and not simply slept at, as I pass the two-thirds point of my year lease.

The last few weeks have been fueled by humidity and birthday parties, and less drinking than one might expect.

I've been spending a lot of hours at work, and getting big checks with no tax withholding. For the first time since I've moved up to Inwood, I have a little money in my bank account and am not living quite so much paycheck to paycheck. I bought a new cellphone, a new bag, and a new pair of sneakers in pink camouflage. I bought sawhorses to make a studio table, although no top yet, the aforementioned carpet tiles, and a shelving unit for my kitchen to replace the cabinets that I tore off the wall as soon as I moved in. I still have no bed, no chairs, and haven't replaced the light that burnt out in my bathroom a week ago, but I've been making lists.

It's the beginning of another month. Time to take another shot at writing every day, at furnishing my apartment, at..