Spankin' New Space

I don't have internet in my apartment (currently reporting from the Atlas Café on the corner off Havemeyer and Grand) and I need to take a few minutes to write about something that isn't about Franz Kafka or Louise Bourgeois or the Rag Houses in New Jersey; although I love them all and I'm really, REALLY looking forward to never having to write another academic paper ever again. Unless I go for Graduate... Yikes. Anyway, welcome to my room. It's half-finished, as my whole apartment currently is. I moved in last week from a converted living room-turned-bedroom in Manhattan and I'm ecstatic to be done with the previous space. My current room mates have yet to move...