August 06, 2003
No More Wire Hangers!
This was the acknowledged, but unspoken agreement between us as we went through Scott's closet last night.
I'm officially a crankpot. The apartment is hot, stuffy and dusty, and I'm tired of the landlord traipsing in with potential tenants while I'm all dishabille, trying to pack up the place. I still live here, but people are opening my closets full of my stuff in my presence. Arrrgh. But I guess we both have to do what we have to do.