a life of penury

So, Zach and Sam picked up sheets for me while I was at work. Since we are all trying to cut corners on these things and save money for bar visits and the like, they just bought the cheapest sheets they could find.

Upon opening, Sam’s reaction: “oh my god, this feels like sandpaper. The thread count is so low I can actually count the number of threads”.

Truly, we are roughing it.

The apartment is very Spartan at the moment. Three pots, set of sheets and pillows, clothes in drawers, and a bunch of stolen Marks and Spencers spoons is just about all we have. Since that list doesn’t include an iron, I’ve been trying to get the wrinkles out by steaming my shirts in the shower. Suffice to say, this isn’t very effective.

The neighbourhood is reasonably rough and tumble. Sam got harassed a bit on the way back from the game yesterday, and after I intervened the dude waved his glass bottle over my head in a vaguely menacing fashion. The mass metal gate guarding our entrance is reassuring though.