When my pots and pans drop below-standard, I take them to a secluded bathroom to wash. I knew it was time when something began spawning out of the spaghetti sauce crust on my pot's rim. (Please--no need to comment on the fruity shorts.)
I put some duct tape on the roof of the van because I thought the leak was sneaking through one of the cracks. This is more pathetically inept than resourceful. My ceiling still leaks during heavy rainstorms, but it has yet to cause me any grief.
I bought this to combat the smell in my van. I'm happy to report that the smell is gone for the most part.
I've learned the ins-and-outs of campus pretty well. I found a classroom that is open all hours, 24/7. I use it after the library closes on weekends because I don't want to use the van's interior lights for a number of reasons. I get wi-fi in here, plus it's outfitted with a TV and DVD player. Here I am watching The Man Who Would Be King.
My parking spot. During the day and most nights I feel as if I'm in my own little world. I have all the privacy I need. On Friday and Saturday nights, though, the party-crowd comes out and goes to the nearby bars. A couple weeks ago, while lying in the van, I heard Amber cry her eyes out to her friend because Shaun just dumped her. I park it under the light so I can see when I'm cooking and slicing up vegetables.
I left my shirt in the sauna at the gym while I worked out, hoping it would iron itself. Unfortunately this did not work, but I give myself credit for the resourceful thought.
