Today marked my 125th day in the office. That’s 83 consecutive days after the few months hiatus between my current stay here and the initial 42-day experiment. And I’m happy to report that things are going wonderfully.

Save for the bi-weekly unpredictability of the cleaners’ visit, I’ve grown quite comfortable here. My routine is such that it’d actually be a bit of an adjustment taking on an apartment again. Really, the only thing I really miss is cooking. Oh, and dating. Since my initial outburst of pseudo-philandering, I’ve calmed down quite a bit. I’ve allowed my limitations to keep me focused on my art. I’m like a celibate monk, only instead of worshiping Christ I honor the gods of the guitar and keyboard.

Anyway, moving into an actual place remains a distant possibility. Maybe June 1st, maybe later. I’m too productive to care.

Plus, the idea of paying rent has not become any more appealing…

– TOH