So the other day I decided, "You know what? I get that I don't want to have too much stuff in an apartment that I don't plan to live in long-term, [editor's note: it looks like I'm going to be here for a bit longer, but that's neither here nor there], but you need a better place to sleep."

I'd been using one of those air mattresses since I moved in, but I decided that I wanted something more. Okay, technically I decided that I wasn't going to be able to repair the small hole that had shown up and deflated the thing, but it sounds better if I decided that I wanted more.

Last night I bought myself a futon. The box was pretty big and unwieldy, but did I ask for help getting it in my car? No, I did not. Did I ask for help getting it up the stairs to my apartment? No, I did not. Today I assembled the thing. There was sweat. There was a little blood. Since I didn't shave this morning, there was stubble. The only interruption was a break for lunch, when I made a burger from meat I ground my own self.

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Yep, I've sweated, bled, made my own food, made (well, assembled, but still) my own furniture. This may be the most butch I've ever felt in my life. At this point, I think the only thing that would add to the effect is impregnating someone for some reason.