In the Middle of Our Street

I got kind of bored and, since I wasn't able to sleep, I decided to take some pictures of the apartment.  It's nothing too exciting; there's no image of the lovely view from our balcony (the Harvey's parking lot), no shots of the bathroom (tub, toilet, empty counters, lots of blue), none of the hallway (mirrors, shoes, coats), or server closet (seen here in a January file photo), and the kitchen shows no trace of what I did over the weekend.  Still, you get the following:

At the most generic, we have the kitchen: Dishwasher, fridge, stove, sinks, microwaves (not pictured).  It's your standard kitchen.

Right next to the kitchen, we have the living room.  Bare, utilitarian, whatever you want to call it.  It's in an apartment occupied by two guys and serves little purpose other than offering a place to sit and play video games.  The kitchen table can be seen in the foreground.  Or rather, some of the stuff covering the kitchen table can be seen in the foreground.

Finally, because I respect Scott's privacy enough not to post pictures of his room on the web, there's my room.  Seen here in one of its neater phases.  The bed still isn't made, but that only happens when I change the sheets.

That's about it.  It's your standard apartment in a large apartment building, but I finally got some more use out of my digital camera.

On a completely unrelated note, I've succeeded in getting Scott hooked on Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town, while I spend my time playing Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life on the GameCube.  It's amusing and fun, bad translation not withstanding; besides, what other game offers what's essentially a farming sim with the ability to try and milk the bull? (SFW)

One point for the title.  I'd offer extra points for anyone who did the nutty dance, but I'd need proof.