He was… from the PAST. Or maybe he was a figment of our imaginations. Or… he was dead.

He used to live in our apartment twenty years ago and wanted to drop by and see it. This kind of stuff really makes you think. Here I am, celebrating Halloweekend 2010, minding my own business and some guy comes knocking on our door, asking to see the apartment cus it used to be his.

I thought about doing that, once or twice, but I never go back really. I know that all I’m going to find is poor decorating and clutter, so I rid myself of the disappointment. But it was just so nice that he came by and did that, I love that kind of sentimentality! It gives people… as sense of continuity with their present and past. Its nice.

I do still have the key to my Glenville apartment… I know its unethical, I wouldn’t want someone walking around with a random key to my apartment. But I still can’t manage to throw it out…

Also yesterday, I come home from the Greylock shindig, and I decided it would be the most appropriate time to begin Season 1 of Bewitched. And boy was it ever!

Sometimes when I casually mention my blog in conversation, people ask what its about. I just don’t know what to say.

Talk to you tomorrow! Ha ha.