Smoke stink, acrobats, and spiders oh my!

I'm back on Post Street for all my phantom readers who have mysteriously visited me in the past. I am two blocks away from my very first SF apartment but will not stay here for long. It does feel nice to have a place to call home though. If only I hadn't woken up with 10 spider bites after the first night of sleeping here. The dishes seldom get done, which means I carry my own cup in and out of my bedroom, and shoes must be worn at all times because of the ripped up carpet nails etc. I am too old to live in a place like this and soon all my clothes will smell of smoke (YUCK). The positives? There is a huge courtyard in the middle of the building full of plants, mostly succulents, and a crooked city tree whose trunk is black from the nearby road. It is a wonderful place for my morning cup of joe. Also, one of the roomies is involved in gymnastics and the circus school and it has totally inspired me to get busy being physical. Screw the idea of finding a lover, it's time to work on the self.