Every day we manage to ditch some of the former tenents' furniture, or push a futon into its proper place, or stock the kitchen with another forgotten essential. So it feels like my apartment is evolving, slowly but surely, into something that's going to be totally sweet. This morning I discovered that my schedule (which will, if I can keep it up, entail getting up in the morning and getting to eat breakfast without hauling my ass all the way to a cafeteria) will let me listen to radio in the morning.
Specifically, I'm excited about
WERS, Emerson College's radio station, which plays a lot of unique music (I'm listening to their morning folk show, "The Coffeehouse," right now) and which I fell in love with when I went to highschool in the Boston area. Now I've got them streaming into iTunes, and it's helping dissolve the fixations that were bothering me in the waking hours of this morning.
Does anybody know how to get NPR from the internet?
My roommates (flatmates?), by the way, are also awesome. Howard Prospect is gregarious and eager to collaborate on ambitious cooking projects. And getting to talk to Melanie and, as a bonus, her boyfriend James, so often has been a real treat. We're all putting in the effort to make our living situation a great one, and I think it shows. Huzzah.