Well, we've gotten to know each other well enough that I thought it might be time to invite you all into my humble tiny room. And when I say tiny, I mean tiny (7 1/2 x 8 1/2 feet, to be precise). I'd say overall I've managed to make it work, with the one exception of my closet, which is so small you would weep if you saw it. To have to see all my lovely frocks crammed into something the size of a coffin is heartbreaking.
Alas, I'm having some housing drama as we speak. My roommate (who is the master tenant) is vacating to become one with his girlfriend, leaving my other roommate and I to renegotiate a lease. Yes, that means our sacred rent control will be abolished. The possibility of having to move in with my parents is becoming all too real. Anyone have a Xanax?