from the desk of michael nutt

I've nearly secured an apartment.  It's in the East Village, and it's quite nice.  It's cozy (read: small) but also cozy in that it just feels nice.  The bedroom has no windows so that's going to be weird, but I think I'm just going to sleep with the door open.  I have one final thing to do tomorrow morning and it's mine.

Of course, as with anything in New York there's a chance that it'll slip through my fingers and I'll have to go back to looking through craigslist and calling brokers.  I think New York requires a certain fortitude that is most heavily tested during relocation.

At least I'm not buying a house.