Alone in the... afternoon. No scary shadows just yet. And there wouldn't be anywhere for a serial killer to hide in this hole-in-the-wall exercise-in-miniatures anyway.
Yes, I have arrived at and partially settled in the apartment, which will continue to be empty (but for my scintillating presence, of course) until tomorrow morning sometime.
It's weird, though, because it's dreadfully rare in my lifestyle that I am actually alone. My house is almost always full of people, or at the least one other person is there, and even when I go out, it's either with someone or with the intent of meeting someone. So being truly, physically, literally alone is not something that I do often.
It is slightly strange.
My neighbors probably hate me already; my stepdad and I were hammering away assembling furniture for an hour and a half earlier, and as soon as he left, I turned the music up way loud to unpack stuff. I'm still procrastinating on a great deal of the unpacking, of course, because... no reason. Yeah, actually; no real reason. Because I'm warming up for my schoolwork, presumably.
Anyways, that was pointless. But I am ALONE. BUM BUM BUUUUUM and other ominous theme music.
[...I'm not actually "lonely," per se, but "alone" isn't a mood theme option, and I pine for Gerard's inspiring face. PRETTY BOY. x) ]