Thumbnail: Outside front of my house

So this is where I live now: an attached con­do­minium town­house. My unit is sec­ond from the right, and goes under­ground. The white win­dows fac­ing out on the main floor are part of the break­fast nook. There are still boxes every­where though, and it’ll take at least half a month to get every­thing cleared out.

It feels good to wake up in my own house, and as such, I now have to ful­fill all the promises I made to myself on the sat­is­fac­tion of such a condition.

  • I promise to floss every day.
  • I promise to vac­uum more often than I did before (how non-committal of me).
  • I promise to smoke less weed.
  • I promise to stop pour­ing cook­ing grease down the drain.
  • I promise to film Dolly run­ning her fat ass up the stairs (she never expe­ri­enced stairs until I moved).
  • I promise to walk more often than I ride the bus.
  • I promise to get my finances in order, which involves enter­ing all my incomes and expenses into Quicken XG then set­ting up (vir­tual) sav­ings accounts for retirement/emergency/pleasure spending.
  • I promise to keep my room spotless.
  • I promise to read more than I watch movies.