easalle. I was strangely reluctant to leave the apartment, but I'm really glad that I got a chance to get online and clean out the inbox and spam folders. "You could have called me," she pointed out.
"On what phone?"
"Good point."
"And also, with what address book? The thing about me living on the internet -- until Friday, I'm homeless."
Maybe this time I'll actually start living in the place that I'm inhabiting. I've already got people coming over randomly. Maybe I'll start being more social. Darkside and Figment need to meet each other, clearly. Figment and the gaming crowd from work need to meet
easalle's people. And I'd better get back to the apartment to keep putting things away.
