Apologies for the lack of updates, but there’s just not much to report lately.
DG is at a conference in San Diego this week, so I’ve had the apartment to myself. That means I get a whole week of the apartment relatively clean and uncluttered, the way I like it.
This week has confirmed for me that I am not the primary source of our apartment’s constant state of clutter. I have no doubt within a day of my beloved’s return there will be opened mail, knitting patterns, and half-empty bottles of Pepsi covering every square inch of the coffee table. And the thing about a coffee table is that it sets the tone for the whole apartment. It really ties the room together, y’know? So if the coffee table is a wreck, the living room looks like a wreck, and by extension, I’m a wreck. I am a wreck, of course, but I’d prefer new acquaintances discovered that on their own in due time, rather than getting a misleading, if accurate, picture upon viewing our coffee table.
But I kid my wonderful, forgiving girlfriend. Her tendency toward clutter is cute. And she’s a lot better than I am about the dishes, which are arguably much higher on the housecleaning pyramid, and have a greater potential to cause typhoid fever.
And to be fair, my method of making everything look neat and uncluttered is to cram everything into whatever available space I can find—usually a closet, cabinet, or under the bed. Growing up I had the attic—wonderful attic!—at my parents’ house, where I slowly accumulated such a mass of junk that I now have complete control over an entire loft. At least it kept my room clean. Our current apartment, unfortunately, has very little storage space, so this past weekend I was forced to drive home to my parents’ house to cram more junk into the attic. I suppose I won’t need my Halloween-themed action figures or my plastic icon of Talos from Jason and the Argonauts anytime soon.
Other than the cleaning, I’ve found having the apartment to myself pretty boring. I’m eagerly awaiting the hoped-for arrival of an Xbox 360 this Christmas/birthday, but in the meantime my Xbox and its games have lost their luster. Poor Xbox! I got you a mere three years ago, and now your name is mud. I intend to trade you in to the nearest EB for cash credit as soon as the 360 is hooked up. But we had some good times, didn’t we, old Xbox? We played through Halo and Halo 2 what, thirty times? And of course there were the many hours of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Simpsons: Hit ‘n Run. But now the call of Gears of War and Sneak King are just too strong.
Last night, I actually turned off both the computer and the television by nine. Suddenly I found myself not being entertained. I tried reading a book, but that didn’t appeal, so instead I just sort of sat around being bored. Eventually I caved and turned on Halo 2, but for a while there I was able to think clearly and rationally. It was a scary experience and I don’t intend to repeat it anytime soon.
In other news…I got fitted for glasses last week. I haven’t worn glasses for any length of time in about ten years, but now my contacts are starting to give me problems, so I need to give my eyes a rest once in a while. I had planned on just picking out a pair, but my parents wisely pointed out that it would a profoundly stupid move to do so without input from DG. And so I found myself at the eyeglass department of Sam’s Club, taking cell phone photos of myself and sending them to DG in San Diego, then waiting for her response.
DG is quite skeptical of the whole enterprise, raising the question of whether I’ll be worth keeping around once I’m a nerdy four-eyes. I think the glasses make me look kind of respectable. You can judge for yourself by the foggy cell phone photo below. By the way, does anyone know why my cell phone photos always look like the lens was coated in Vaseline?
So, yeah, not much to report.