Saturday, November 13, 2010


This first month or so, transitioning into this new role, has been rough. In as many ways as it seems like living the dream, it is not. This is because I never leave my apartment. I'm here. All the time.

I have the life of an iguana.

I live in a box. I have a lamp. I have a comfortable rock that I sleep on. There are little things for me to do. Sometimes food comes in. Sometimes people take me out to play with me. Here I am, in the box.

I'm probably not going insane. The flexibility in the hours of being an iguana is a major draw.

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