If you were by here last Tuesday, you know that I moved out of the hotel again and into a tiny little efficiency apartment in a north neighborhood of Chicago. In fact, I only live a couple of miles from her.

I promised pictures when I could get the ones I shot from my crappy little cell phone camera uploaded – so here you go.

One person who doesn’t entertain or spend more than 2 hours awake in it, that is.

The oranges actually do work, it’s the stove that doesn’t – although hopefully, by the time I get there on Monday, it will – the gas company is supposed to re-connect it (and I’ll pay). The pantry came with 1/2 bottle of tequila, though.

—- There’s a bathroom, too, but there’s no way to take a picture in a space that small. —-

This has to be a very, very fast post because I moved into my new apartment today and there’s no real internet access (thank you to whoever hasn’t locked down their signal) and yes, I’m actually stealing the web to write this.

Also, there’s no cooking gas. THAT is nearly impossible to steal, I think, so I am going to have to call tomorrow to find out how to get it turned on. Apparently, this guy did NOT cook. And, granted, he’s an actor who was working as a waiter and probably brought home all kinds of leftovers, but a warning would have been nice. Y’know, “Sorry Hotfessional, but I didn’t actually pay my bill for the cooking gas, so don’t stock up on a bunch of FOOD that needs to be COOKED.”

I had cheese and crackers for dinner.

There is a coffee maker though. And, a half bottle of tequila in the pantry.

There’s a dog barking outside, NPR is on the radio (the guy also had no television), the radiator is hissing (I hope it’s supposed to be making that noise), and I have a shelf full of someone else’s books to snoop around in peruse. I also have work that I should be doing, but I’m just going to ignore that for the time being.

What? Tell me you’ve never ignored that “to do” list. Yea, I didn’t think so.

I will take some crappy camera phone pictures to show you my new digs soon. Until then, just picture me sitting on the bed with my laptop tilted towards the window hoping that I don’t lose this signal. AGAIN.

—- I’ve never lived anyplace that had radiators before. Does it always sound like it’s going to explode off the wall? —-

Edited to say: I don’t know why my comments were turned off – and isn’t it just like me that I ask a question and then give no way to actually, y’know, get answers? They should be working now. Geez. And thanks to MommyTime for giving me the heads-up.

The day in Chicasnow included:

1 car splashing slush all over my pantleg on the way to work this morning.
2 people falling on their asses in the middle of the slick street.
3 meetings where people shook their heads sadly when I mentioned I was trying to fly home tonight.
2 flights cancelled before mine.
40 minute 1 hour delay of my flight. So far.
8 to 14 inches of disgusting white stuff.

—- 7,268 people waiting in O’Horror with me. —-