Nowadays I find my house a bit too comfortable. Its a cozy 3 bedroom on the east side of Madison in a quiet neighborhood, close to all my favorite grocery stores as well as the Princeton Club where I work out.
Enticed by the two-year zero-percent-interest payment option on WayFair, I financed, amongst some other essentials, the finest modular couch $1,500 you can get delivered for free. I love my couch and I love my extra plush king size bed with super soft sheets. Never had a king size bed before.
After six years of renting much older houses with several roommates and free furniture, this all feels a bit too comfortable for me. Very uninspiring.
Going into the Costco on gray market stimulants with enough credit cards in my pocket to buy hundreds of feet of television is an intense feeling. Incredibly powerful.
I hate when my thought stretches onto the next line by only one word. Like in that last paragraph. This just recently started to bother me, and after a few months of obsessing over it, changing the wording of my sentence over and over again to avoid it, I’ve been facing my fear. Like I did in the last paragraph.
I find myself at this moment in the very dingy office space I rented almost one year ago today. Its right downtown, just a block away from the house I moved out of six months ago. Now its a 15 minute drive, making it a less convenient but even more powerful escape from comfort.
It took me countless hours to remove carpet tack stripping from the concrete floors, scrape the old carpet glue, scrubbing and vacuuming as a I went. It is still mostly unpainted with holes in the wall despite the fact that I now own a small painting company. I can hear a train in the distance and although its not happening at this moment, I can hear the mysterious sounds that come along with an office in the basement of shitty old apartment building. I love it here. Very inspiring.
I’m writing this on a free couch, feet on a gross rug that we found on the curb. I’ve amassed many square feet of whiteboard on Facebook Marketplace. I always wanted some giant whiteboards, they really amuse me. Time to get another bottle of beer from the mini fridge. What will I think of when I get back?
I tried to think of something else but instead just let myself really taste how delicious and refreshing this Coors Banquet is. Stubby glass bottle too.
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