Peas = 0, Tomatoes = 1,000,000

Obviously our apartment has an affinity for tomatoes, and is willing the peas to die. Our apartment is Italian. The tomatoes and the basil are the only surviving vegetables from our great urban experiment. A strange and disturbing side effect: fruit flies borne from the soil. Yeahhhh..... I don't think it's awesome either. The tomatoes will be going to live outside at my sister's house. I'll miss their cute little faces.

I am however, looking forward to the new WORKSPACE we'll be building once the vegetables are gone!!!

Having just renewed our lease for the next year, I've reacted in an unexpected way. With previous apartments, I've gone in with a plan, to decorate and execute as soon as I move in. With this one, it was all about making do. Have things in their place and a place for all things. Now, I want to build things! I want to install shelving! I might want to paint. Ben hopes I'll come around to painting, but honestly not there yet. Painting, for me right now, is like an ex-boyfriend I don't want to run into on the street, so I keep putting off frequenting the places I know he hangs out. Maybe with a few more counseling sessions, I'll be ready to confront him again.

So, I'm sketching and perusing the Lowe's and wishing Diversity had a website that updated daily. In other words, feeling a bit home-stuck and unwilling to put on shoes to leave. I did however blow dry my hair, and in moments of losing track of my thoughts, admire my profile in the tv screen reflection.