The Garret Game

I spent the last hour sitting in the dark with a candle, a space heater, and a jar of pickled green beans. "Why?" you might ask. And the answer would be this: M and I were playing bohemian-writers-living-in-a-drafty-garret. Best game ever, no lie. If you've never played it, go do so now. Make up bohemian names for yourselves and your bohemian lovers. Then, light a candle, take on a British accent, and develop a wasting disease. Don't forget to say everything earnestly so the entire world can know the depth of your feeling.