september and a persistent cold

 I sit in the stifling heat nibbling on a sandwich my roommate brought in from lunch. I have been introduced very recently to the concept of hummus and I am yet to decide if I like it. There is no network in this building and the effort to look for a pen seems paramount, so this is getting typed on Microsoft notes on my clickety laptop. Lately, I have gotten critically aware of my lackluster being. Not in a pessimistic, depreciative kind of way but as a matter of fact, simply a state of being. I think I could buy overpriced glycolic acid and get an honest to God gym subscription, but I wouldn't truly stop doing things for myself somewhat performatively. At dinner tonight, I planned to get some structure in my life. I thought that I would look for easy tiffin meals to whip up in the mornings, so that I could avoid buying lunch at college. But to no effect. My only Tupperware container isn't with me. I ought to get the fan in my room cleaned too. Another thought crept up. When I have my own place, I wouldn't allow anyone to come in with outdoor shoes. You must leave your shoes at the door. I'll have separate shoes for the washroom even though the floor will always be clean and dry. And a vacuum cleaner. If someone were to live with me, they'd be the kind to very kindly fold the clothes on my chair if I forget. I'll always have my water bottles filled. I think a glass would be too much, but I can be ambitious. I really like lamps. I wish someone would have the time and resources to go lamp shopping with me. 

Update, I was asked what kind of lamps I'd like.