Update

I still have no apartment. Trust me. When I do, you'll know. I go back and forth between wanting to be by myself, and wanting a place with roommates.

This is the point at which I'm sad I left housing.

In other news: Was glad to establish late this morning that the boy, in fact, is still alive. That said, Carolyn and I have decided to swear off of dating/boyfriends until after Easter.

Random Quote from Medieval Women's Religious Writing (in re Shakers):

SJ: Well, if you sublimate all your sexual energy into making really nice furniture...

I know listening to Dire Straits is bad for my mental health, because it makes me think I miss David.