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Daily our apartment more resembles the interior of a bar. When we moved in we had no furniture and slept on piles on blankets in our respective rooms, across the hall from one another. When we wanted to watch a movie or listen to music we piled the blankets differently, to more closely act as chairs. I had, at one point, the genous idea to upturn a box of books as to fashion a desk. One week our friend Kim, who bartends at our bar, gave us a box of trash that was leftover from the business that existed before the bar moved in. We found a toy samurai sword, a velvet Led Zeppelin black light poster, a Pabst wall lamp, and a Dawn of the Dead poster. A few weeks later the bar threw out some old stools which we jumped on, and we had something to sit on other than the floor. Now we could lean on the bartop between our kitchen and living room. We could even bring the stools outside to sit and drink a cup of tea in the evening before it got too chilly. Tonight the bar threw away two old tin round-top tables they used on the patio for people smoking and drinking outside. Kim and Theis put them in the back of his Saab while I and Ken, her husband, sat on the patio drinking. This is, I suppose, how a house becomes a home.

When we moved in the landlord told us that water was covered and so we didn't bother about it. We could boil pasta without having to worry about wasting too much water. Yesterday we got a note under the door telling us if we didn't pay the last four months of back bills to the water company they'd shut our water off. Theis made some quick calls while I made some cocktails and we found out the water isn't covered in the rent and, though a portion of the enormous bill we received was from the last tenant, we are now expected to pay for the last two and a half months of water. It'll be shut off at midnight 'cos I don't get payed until Monday and spent this weeks check on renewing my passport. We've filled empties with water and made sure we could manually flush the toilet by poring water into the tank. It'll be an adventure, I tell yah.

(PS: The landlord didn't fuck us; he just speaks really bad English.)

We also got the gas bill today. Apparently they come every other month. So that's another bill we can't pay. It's all fun fun fun down here. Theis and I quite suddenly got sad at the bar last night and left before the battle of the bands began. It was a fund raiser for the Classic City Roller Girls, our local roller derby team. They rock. Um. I don't think anything else is happening. Theis is reading Hemmingway and I'm waiting for the rice to cook.