Continuing our chillin’, now to a wisely picked Under the Pink. You’ve gotta love two guys sitting in an apartment listing to UtP. Please, love us! The water filter got finally figured out, but Matt now is doing his best to start a “cheese fire” in the oven with his tasty pizza. I am, oddly, neither tired nor hungry. I’m obviously just running on fumes. I moved my desk across the room so that i don’t have to trail a bundle of wires in front of our door when i connect to the internet. Everything is rather calm, other than Matt’s opening of windows so that his newly made fire doesn’t set off our smoke alarm. I’m idly playing accompaniment to the Tori cd (the only one i don’t have a piano book for) and enjoying the still air. I think i like it here.