11:16AM: woke to phone. louis from ikea was downstairs, furniture wasn’t. he’ll be back around 1PM. he has a soft voice.

1:43PM: woke to phone, ‘kevin.’ he and and ‘mrs. kevin’ are going to get pizza before i show them the apartment upstairs. dressed in sloppy encore of last night’s outfit and put hair in bun.

2:03PM: kevin called from downstairs. jogged to catch open door from person exiting ahead, where i tripped and stopped fall by doing a dance move that ended with my limbs splayed starfish-like, propping open door.

shook hands with kevin. he said ‘this is my wife, tacokia’ as we walked inside. i said ‘oh taco what?’ and looked behind me. she said ‘tacokia’ with an accent. kevin said ‘just call her ‘taco.” i said ‘okay, taco, good, good.’ we stood and waited for the elevator. i asked how the pizza was. kevin said ‘we actually got a quesadilla, from that ‘chinese food/mexican food’ place, you know it?’ i said ‘i know it. quesadilla. nice.’

led them down hall, to apartment 6H, and followed them inside. i said ‘i almost moved into this one, this is the one i almost moved into.’ watched them walked around, opening doors. in the fridge were a six-pack of various beers, two king cobras, and a four loko. remembered the variety pack of beers in the cabinet, when i moved. anonymous beer gifter.

taco made an excited noise in the bathroom. kevin said ‘look at that, what is that, do your apartment come with this too?’ they were looking at a metal box with four sticks coming out the top. i said ‘whoa. no. i don’t have that.’ they were raving over the thing. i said ‘maybe you could use it as an ironing board.’ walked away to give them private bathroom time with the thing.

kevin asked taco if she liked the apartment. she said ‘so much space.’ i said things about the view. kevin kept asking taco what she thought and she kept saying ‘oh.’ i said ‘new kitchen.’ at some point they asked if i was a real estate agent like colin. i said ‘oh no, no. i’m just here today.’

i said ‘i could show you mine, mine’s a little smaller.’ they didn’t react. i wanted them to find a box with sticks coming out the top.

4:25PM: read ‘slapstick’ and ‘frowns need friends too.’ mom called and we talked a little. mom asked about the furniture arriving. she said ‘oh boy, it’s sooner than i thought it’d be! are you excited?’ i said ‘yeah, i don’t know, i’m looking forward to stepping out of a bed instead of rolling.’