...wifi, that is.

well, i'm here! thanks to the grace of god, my father, and the budget truck. all the stuff is haphazardly strewn in boxes about my apartment, thanks again to my father, and my friend carl, without whom i'd be lying on the floor. sobbing resignedly. with a dislocated shoulder.

my apartment is pretty cute, though a bit rundown, and small, of course. the bed will, sadly, be going in the kitchen. but i can deal with that. the neighborhood is lovely and leafy and cute. and gay, gay, gay. 10x gayer than dupont circle, if you can believe that. lots of cute bars and restaurants. AND - wait for it - a DSW SHOE WAREHOUSE ACROSS THE STREET. wrigley field isn't too far away, the el is close, and stuff seems good.

anyway, i'm typing this while lying on the floor against a rolled up carpet, and i'm pretty sure that's the way i'll stay for the rest of the evening. one week before classes start! i'll be sure to update you on my adventures along the way.

This is how I spent Sunday morning after dropping Catherine off at her parents' house. I have conquered HEMNES. I'm like, a craftsman, or something.

Seriously though, I'm starting to really enjoy putting this crap together. Last year's GOLIAT corner desk was... traumatizing. But now I'm thinking about sending my resume to these people. I think this must be what Thomas Friedman means when he says American workers should respond to globalism by learning new skills.