Brian's NYC

You see, going with the mantra, "nothing is ever easy in New York," Ashley and I didn't have internet in our apartment until last week. And I didn't have access to my personal email/blogs at work, so alas, it seemed like I dropped off the face of the earth. But I didn't. I'm alive, and have not succumbed to the evils of the city. But if it continues to be as humid as it is now, I think I might melt away...

Needless to say, I'm not homeless, and am virtually moved into my apartment. Everything in our home is complete except for my bedroom. I still have no furniture, and am sleeping on my brother's air mattress. It's one thing to have to furnish an apartment in NYC, where you have to walk your furniture to your apartment (unless you are buying your furniture new, and you can pretty much assume that judging by the $500 I had in my bank account when I flew out here that I am buying my furniture from Craigslist, thankyouverymuch). It's quite another to get the furniture into your building and realize you have to haul it up five flights of stairs to the sixth floor. And then there are the steps you have to walk up and down to the subway every day. And then there's the giant hill I have to walk up and down to and from the subway station by my place. By December I am anticipating having the nicest legs and ass in the tristate area. Of course, in the meantime, I wake up so sore I can hardly walk.