The Biscuit has made the leap, ladies and gentlemen. I'm currently ensconsed in my own little dorm room back in Boulder. This is very possibly one of the strangest experiences of my entire life. I almost had a minor heart attack when I walked into my room for the first time, since there are two beds (bunked) and two dressers (stacked), but on further panicked inquiry at the checkin office, nobody else is slated to join me. So it seems I get the space of a double without the inconvenience of a pesky underage roommate.
I haven't seen anyone else in my building yet. There must be someone here, as some of the doors have nametags on them, but either they're very very quiet and also invisible, or nobody's home. I have seen roving bands of high school seniors wandering about; they all look to be about ten years old. And I saw a few college kids playing hacky sack. Yes, hacky sack. I never played that before and I have no intention of starting now.
To keep me company, I am now the proud owner of a shiny new iMac G4 -- you know, the kind that looks like a desk lamp with the half-a-melon for a base. It's a good two years younger than my Cube, and in one swoop I jumped up an extra 5 inches of screen space, which bodes exceptionally well for my future Photoshopping endeavors.
My sea-foam green sheets are on the bed, miraculously made not-quite-so-hideous by judicious application of an eggplant comforter; the clothes are hung up and put away; the shower curtain has been replaced and the shower tested; the computer's running and hooked up to the outside world. I have a pack of Luckys I'm going to go get started on. Things could be worse.