Val was right when she told me that I should learn to enjoy the only time in my life that I’ve lived alone. I’ve found that I really enjoy having three rooms that are, more or less, entirely controlled by me. I love having the room to stretch out and now I dont have to worry about how things look or the working condition of things. As long as I can bear the sight, that’s fine; I won’t be having many people over.
The flip side: I’m afraid that I’ll soon kill myself. Just today I was sitting here picking at some mole or wart on my back. Next thing I know I’ve got blood dripping down my shirt. Let me tell you, it is uber-hard to put a bandaid on your own back. What happens if I slice my finger or arm and have to wrap it with just one hand? I don’t think I can do that. Then again, do I even have a first-aid kit?? Or a fire extinguisher!???