I signed the lease for my new apartment this afternoon. Looking over the contract and the place, I felt like that time I saw Roswell Rudd play “Prelude to a Lease,” shouting at the end of the piece: “I can’t make up my mind! I can’t make up my mind! I can’t make up my mind!” But I made up my mind and signed. Now I just have to start packing and cleaning up my current place. If only I could drag myself away from these two glowing screens . . .