This artsy wannabe-ikea-ad was my attempt to figure out what size bulb I needed without having to physically bring it into the store with me. In case you can't tell, I'm still in the trial period of behaving like a "functional adult."
This week on Procrastination vs. Pathetic
After about a week (incident occurred pre-eurotrip) of living in darkness, I finally did the adult thing and changed my lightbulb. Turns out, stumbling through my cluttered room with nothing but the faint fluorescent glow of my iPhone flashlight is sad, not resourceful. To be honest, the Amish lifestyle is far more romantic in theory than in practice. Especially considering Bristol's whole aversion to sunlight thing. Besides, candles in the dorm are apparently a 'fire hazard.' Go figure.
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