I miss my apartment. I miss the late nights on my Mac and with Hillary. I miss DirecTV switching on my favorite shows without my intervention. I miss Bender and Fry and Leela and the Professor. I miss Stewie and Lois and Peter and Meg and Chris. I miss Ed and Ein and Spike and Faye and Jet. I miss AB. I miss “Wow, I should really get to sleep” and “Holy crap, this place is a pigsty.” I miss my favorite foods, like spanish rice and spaghetti and Ghetto Goulash. I miss my gas stove and cast iron pan and my knives. I miss late night hacks and last minute assignments. I miss the little blue fishies.
Apr 14th, 2004
