Chapter 1: Arrival - Endless Shopping

It's early evening of my first day at the apartment and I am tired. I've cooked lunch and am currently cooking supper (my famed garlic-free pasta). I've also, quite conveniently, assembled the dinner table, so I would not feel wholly barbaric.

Pasta, cooking

The other mess, taken from a 19th century impressionist painter

I believe I mentioned the unfortunate business with the mattress (a twin size instead of full). I may go to Ikea tomorrow to get some lighting, a blanket and perhaps resolve that issue as well. I've also started working on assembling the desk.  

Something here just doesn't seem to fit

Edit: I still don't put enough salt in my pasta, but it's edible.