A room of my own

Never has a microwave chicken alfredo dinner tasted so good. For four long days, I was without a microwave in my new apartment, and it was uncertain when, or even IF, I would be able to bask my food in those glorious, less-than-60-second-cooktime rays of radiation again. Buying frozen food over beautiful fresh vegetables and meats is just the sort of thing I would gripe at my Dad for when I lived with my parents. Of course, that easy fix is exactly what I crave now that I'm on my own and have big people things to worry about. Like buying toilet paper and paper towels, which run out in like, a day. All this, along with wondering if Internet at home is going to become a luxury of the past (thanks a lot, Comcast). Welcome to Atlanta!