Weekend in review

Oh boy, am I tired. Sometimes I love crawling into my bed on Sunday night, absolutely exhausted from the weekend. I dread the week ahead, but I'm grateful to not have a hectic Friday or Saturday night. Instead, I can take refuge in a Law and Order Special Victim's Unit episode and listen to a couple of songs on repeat before I brush my teeth and say adieu to another week.

The weeks go by quickly. This week I will be moving into my apartment on Tuesday. And when I say "my apartment," I mean the one that my bank owns.

It will be absolutely chaotic, with the movers and the painters jostling for space. On Tuesday night, I'm going to open my itunes library, uncork a bottle of champagne, and sit on my bed -- with or without sheets on depending on success at finding the box with all of the bedding -- surrounded by boxes, unpacked suitcases, half-painted walls, chaos of the order I know is romantic only in my head and not in real life, and I'm going to toast my new apartment. It is going to be an apartment of memories; that first night may as well be memorable.