Welcome to the Monkey House

I won't try and justify my dereliction of blog-duty. I'm lazy and that's all there is to it.
Right now I am lying on the floor of an almost empty apartment, waiting for my Mom and Dad and Sparkle-kitty to arrive with a U-Haul full of my crap. There's little furniture in that as well, unless you count bookcases, which I don't.
Seriously, I have nothing but a mattress (bought on Thursday), a small kitchen table and stools (some of you may remember these from my place in Oxford), and two very old, and somewhat uncomfortable chairs that my Mom reupholstered and that Sparkle loves to scratch. I have no bed, no couch, no TV, no desk, etc. I bought some dishes last week, but have no silverwre. There may be pots and cooking utensils in my boxes from storage, but I honestly can't remember.
Crap. I'm eating triscuts on the carpet, and spilled a bunch of shreds. I have no vacuum.
The apartment in nice though. A fairly large (and cheap) one-bedroom in a hip-ass neighborhood, called Virginia-Highland. I am within walking distance of Atlanta's most historic strip club, the Claremont Lounge. Also within walking distance: a grocery store, a stripper-free bar, a tattoo parlor and a Chinese restaurant. Nice, huh?