Adult Life? Wot?

I'm completely moved into my new flat. My mom is completely moved into her new house. I have interwebz, all is right in the world.

I wish this was what my place looked like but alas, tis not.

• I make my own dinners. Wot?
• I have to clean floors, dust and do dishes because there is no one else to do them. Wot?
• If I don't go to class I will see no other humans. Wot?
• I don't have a couch so I sat awkwardly on my bed while the technician installed my internet. I spent the entire time wondering if I should stand because sitting on my bed staring at him might have been suggestive and/or the beginning to a horrible soft porn romance novel. WOT?!

I am an adult? When did that happen? What is adult life? I've been trying to figure out my life and it's weird but having my own place feels right. Like it should have always been this way and I've been too stupid to figure it out but it finally just clicked.

I'll take pictures once I've painted and everything looks cute. Ya know because that's important!

I don't have much else to write about right now. Perhaps I'll just write about the fact that I hate that my cat climbs on everything. She's broken two things recently and I want to spank her little bottom for it but I resist because 1) I don't really believe in that kind of stuff and 2) She's already so skittish. All I ever do is hiss at her and tell her no and she seems to get it at the time but apparently not the point that I don't want her to do it again.
If I tape thumb tacks to all the counter tops for like a day and let her find out that way, would that be animal cruelty? I won't really do it but I fantasize about it at 3 am when she knocks a glass over into the sink and it wakes me from a dead sleep and nearly gives me a heart attack.