Life in the Bunker

So after my big ten resolutions I've managed to spend the past two days mostly in front of the boob tube, or on the Internet.

I have managed to exercise. A few days ago my stepfather and I moved my giant Nordic Track treadmill out of storage and into the Bunker. It occupies what should be the the dining area in my kitchen, which sucks, but I didn't feel like I had any choice. Having it right here is the one thing that eliminates pretty much all excuses for not exercising. Most crucially, for the next three months, the weather.

Life in the Bunker is indeed cramped. I have a living room and a kitchen. The living room has a couple of chairs and a desk with my computer and a little portable television on it.

Fortunately, I have the world's largest closet, almost an extra room. I managed to put my giant dresser in there, with about 9 drawers, and my beloved Thermopedic queen-size mattress as well. (On its side, not lying flat). At night I just drag it out onto the living room floor.

It's not ideal, but it's cozy, incredibly convenient, and temporary. My only real substantive complaint is the wacky heat, which seems to go on and off at random. It's a building-wide, radiator type system over which I have no control. At least it's free (or rather is included in the rent).

When it comes to my list of resolutions, the hardest to keep will be number 9. You might think (and probably any sane person would think) that "having more fun" would be the easiest, but for some reason it really doesn't come naturally to me. There are plenty of things I enjoy doing, once I'm doing them, but that doesn't necessarily translate into motivation to get started. And even if I get the motivation I usually manage to find a reason not to do it, usually that I can't afford the time or money.