The super just came over, finally, to replace the lock on my door and look at some of the other things wrong with my apartment. (He was tall enough to change the light bulbs for me -- hallelujah, I have light!) He looked around at the apartment, filled with half-unpacked boxes and random, strewn-about crap, and said, "Well, you already have this place looking better than the last guy did."
SUCCESS.
Next up: installing shelves in my kitchen. In which I will attempt to learn about stud-finding, though alas, not the human kind.
