Blog Entry 12: A Visit to Homo DepotOkay, so now, as we headed into winter, a casual observer might say I had all but given up on love (and its frequent and oft-infuriating byproduct: the male gender). If you watched me and my life, say you had secret cameras all over my work, my apartment, and the little burg of Summitville, PA, you would see that I had become something of a recluse. I went to work five days a week, put in my hours, was cordial to those I worked with, and came home. At night, I nuked pizzas and food that was really not worthy of the term “entrée,” but hell, it was easy. I watched TV. Lots and lots of TV. Project Runway (yes, I could now admit it), Dance Your Ass Off, Modern Family, Glee, the odd horror movie…I recorded Judge Judy and People’s Court, so I’d have fresh epis
