I know that the new apartment is officially 'home' because I banged my leg on our bed the other night and have a huge, nasty bruise and cut, which is something I always did in the other apartment. I've christened it.
This is interesting. I had been following the whole stolen Italian art thing way back and hadn't heard about it since then.
[Pressing Things] To Do:
Write paper on Henry IV
I was feeling shitty the other day because Dev Guy referred to me as an intern once again, and I thought, "I have been here almost a year. My anniversary is coming up. I'm not an intern anymore!" And then I got down because I am stuck in a Catch-22: I work full-time to pay the bills, which makes it hard for me to finish my degree, which prevents me from making more money. But now that the CEO's book is written and will be on Amazon in a matter of weeks, I feel very proud of what I have accomplished. I never did anything like that before and I'm glad that I have that credential next to my name. So screw it. I'm doing what I can, and I'm happy.