As promised, pictures of my room.  Because this is about the cleanest it’s going to get for the next four months, so it was now or never.

The first experience I have of coming home to my new room is feeling like the seediest person ever.  The building itself looks like a cross between a warehouse and an old government office.  I swipe a card to enter the side door, where I head up the back stairs to a secret rooftop surrounded by buildings.  On the other side, I swipe to enter again, skirt around the next set of concrete, pale blue, only-used-by-the-maintenance-guys-and-drug-dealers stairs.  My room is through a third swipe door, surrounded by six others, all in brick and concrete.

Here’s the secret rooftop, by the way: It’s actually my favourite part of this building:

Feels all secluded and stuff.

This is the bed.  It’s a double.  Eat it, Burgmann.

And then the bed was never made again.

And the rest of the room:

Yes, ‘clean’ for me still means cables everywhere.

And this is what I see when I sit down at my computer:

Lots of buildings, basically.

However, not everything always works entirely smoothly.  I mentioned last time about those adapters?  Yeah, well, turns out there’s a problem with them.
Because of the way they’re set up, (i.e. mostly for European plugs, with a provision for Australian if you must, some of my plugs don’t want to go into them.  My laptop plug works OK.  Little laptop?  No.  Phone?  You’re kidding, right?

The solution:

Those inclined to intensely dislike a particular person or action are, by definition, inclined to express their dislike for said person or action.

I expect the room will look a little more lived-in once I have crockery, cutlery, and friends.