Notes from the closet

...The storage closet that is. This weekend my brother-in-law and Pete installed electricity in what has now officially been deemed, "The-Eternal-Cave-of-Studying-and-Flashcard-ing-Complete-With-Light-Heat-and-Green-Tea." It's awesome. How did I come into possession of such a flashcard and green tea laden den? The story goes like this:

Several weeks ago, after an addictive string of home improvement shows on HGTV, I went on a rampage and cleaned out our storage closet located outside on our balcony. I proceeded to put down carpet, assemble shelves, and decorate. (My landlord would love this.) I moved in a desk, tapestry, pillows, blankets and a space heater. (Observing this from inside, Pete repeatedly complemented my "manic" behavior) Anyhow, since there was no outlet, I had to run an extension cord from inside the house and it sucked. I could only have one dim little light. It was like living in the allegory of the cave, only Plato never showed up. Or it was sort of like being a bear. A bear trying futilely with it's mushy bear brain to understand future interests and the like.

But today is a new day. A new day in which my cave is much more like a real office. A new day in which I am not a bear, but a human (albiet still trying futilely with a bear brain to understand future interests) Today I can drop 12 pounds and go on a study bender because the bright light and lack of windows prevents me from realizing I've been trapped in a 4x8 storage closet for 36 hours. There might be hope for my exam performance (not to mention my beer belly) afterall.

So thank you brother-in-law, thank you Pete, and most of all, thank you manic, uncontrollable urges to pretend like I'm on Design on a Dime. I couldn't have done it without you.