January 13, 2009

All of our horrifically monstrous furniture is now comfortably installed in Jason Shim’s basement. So is our dog, who now demands blankets, sacrificial sheep, and other demonstrations of our affection. Once she’s appeased, she sinks comfortably into our couch and dreams for hours.

The apartment is yellow and fluorescent green. The bedroom, which I painted with an oil-based paint, is a pleasant hue of blue and still gives off toxic fumes as the paint dries. Each morning we’ve been waking up with headaches and puppies in our hearts. Thus, the new place is working out just fine …