I've wandered all morning looking for free wireless. I finally found sanctuary in a little coffee shop called Caribou Coffee. I ordered my usual caramel apple cider so I wouldn't feel like a mooch (I don't drink coffee) and settled into a corner.
I've been working/apartment-hunting/general internet-ing from the home of Amy, Chase, Lisa and Benjamin. We've started to nickname their place "the Refugee Camp" because of the large amounts of people who regularly crash on their couches.Couch surfers are all fine and good, but sometimes it's hard to find a place to sit. Like this morning. Hence the coffee shop. In other news, I have not found an apartment. But when I find my self sitting in a relaxed, air-conditioned coffee shop drinking apple cider, that fact doesn't seem to be too worrisome.