The year of living comfortably

One year ago, I had $5,000 in credit card debt and I lived in my parents' basement. I made $130 less per week than I make now. Today, my apartment is freshly cleaned (many thanks to Stevie for waking up 3 hours before me), the bar is still handsomely stocked post-New Years party and my ten day vacation ends in 14 hours.

My parents bought me a laptop for Xmas, which means that, for the first time since moving to this apartment, I can be on the internet and watching TV at the same time, which, it turns out, is integral to my creative process, so you, Dear Internet, will now be graced with pithy, rambling summations of my day at work three or four times a week, and occasional weekend demands that you come over and eat snacks and drink up my booze.

By the way, thanks again to everyone who came to the party. The guests ate every scrap of appetizer I put out, and dirtied every lowball in the house, but notwithstanding Stevie's now lifelong hatred of confetti, I couldn't have asked for a better party. We also maintain a perfect record of about six parties with no noise complaints from the neighbors. Number seven is tentatively scheduled for early February. Bring flip-flops.