My landlord has nearly finished converting unused space into two new apartments in my building, which she's rented them to engineers in Jeff Bezos' space port company. (Yes, they still plan to shoot people into space from Van Horn. I know, it seems crazy!)
They've been spiffing up the entire building. This week for the first time since January 2004, I did laundry in my own building! No more tromping up and down stairs with heavy baskets of dirty clothes. No more attempted pickups by annoying,toothless, inarticulate guys nicknamed Caveman. No more mega-laundry trips of 7 loads to do at a time! I'm a happy, happy girl!
But I also got cable TV, and far too many channels at that. While I'll be able to see Project Runway without having to rely on Teresa whose been dutifully taping them for me, I'll have to embark on a campaign of sheer will to keep the television OFF most of the time. My love/hate relationship with the cursed thing continues.
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