An ode...to my life. (on a Wednesday night)

Yesterday I was struck with the sudden fear that my life is becoming the same as it was before I left on The Adventure of a Lifetime.

This thought side-slammed me as I laid on the floor of a $1.2 million dollar McMansion somewhere on the South side of town. So the houses may be big and trendy and well adored but they're still all the same; I mean the stereotypical American 2.5 kids and 1.2 dogs or whatever those statistics are these days. I guess the different thing about this house is that it wasn't only big, it was empty. I would never live in a McMansion by myself, not only is it depressing it's wasteful, and just plain weird. Anyhow, the result of said excursion was the de-ghettoization of my crippled laptop. A complete refurbishing of busted keyboard and battery including a peep into the guts which were very much intact despite the 8 foot shelf that was held up by three screws that raped the darn thing. (my landlord: what were you thinking putting stuff on the shelf? me: well, what's the point of having a shelf if you can't put stuff on it?!) Perhaps part of the success of the sturdiness of the computer can be attributed to the fact that Previous Owner made the thing stay together with superglue. I think that means the laptop indefinitely assumes a ghetto standing.

In all things unexpected I received a phone call from the RSA. I looked at my phone in confusion for two rings as I tried to decipher the number, I still fear receiving phone calls from girls whose boyfriends I've been in acquaintance with. Much to my surprise and delight it was AVH (whom I should rename 'Knight in Shining Armor'). General elation follows for the duration of the conversation (despite the several tears) and a slightly sheepish smile remains glued to my face throughout dinner with my mum.

Then I wrote a sonnet (per my definition, which coincidently is nothing like a sonnet, or at least that's what my mum says) to my room. After inhabiting a space the size of a shoe box for nearly six months I felt that it was time to show my appreciation for the princess bed of fluffiness and functioning stereo system. I giggled to myself so much while I composed it that my mum asked me if I was looking at porn. (sheez!) The piece comes complete with photos and several parts are illustrated with yellow sticky notes. What can I say? Me in all my glory.