April was National Poetry Month? Damn. I will have something pretty good for the last day of National Poetry Month tomorrow - Hump Day.
In other news, I am all moved in. There is the usual domestic friction...due in no small part to two facts: I am a cyclist and musician (I have a lot of stuff) and her other roommate is still living here until Sunday morning. Basically her living room disappeared over the course of an afternoon on Saturday. 4 bicycles really do clash with the furniture.
This is a pretty good representation of my life this week.
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