Flat-tastic

 As of this morning, I am the proud renter of a beautiful one-bedroom apartment.

It's so exciting, I need to pee every five minutes.

Or it will be, and I will, if work stress eases off for, oh, I don't know, five seconds? (Yes, yes, I see the irony of blogging when I protest I don't even have time to feel emotions. Shut up.)