a list

i'm back at work. it was a harrowing three day weekend to say the least. monday was intended to be the day that i took off work and recovered from the move. you know, maybe catch a matinee, cook dinner in my new apartment for the first time. ha. that's all i have to say to that. ha. i didn't actually finish moving all my shit (and goddamn does it turn out that i have a lot of shit) into the new apartment until yesterday. before i left i made sure to make cat-urine-sized stains all over the carpet just to make sure that terry doesn't get his pet deposit back (har har, just kidding, terry. no i'm not.).

here's what i did this weekend, in bullet form:

• moved my furniture and boxes, with the help of my dear friends hilary, nakia, michael, and terry
• moved terry's furniture and boxes (my stuff times a million but heavier) with the help of terry's dear...bad-hipped father
• went to the farmers' market but didn't buy anything because i forgot i didn't have any cash
• spent $600 at ikea
• spent $228 at target
• spent $5 on a hooker (ew, no, gross)
• organized, organized, and organized
• broke my new coffee press the first time i tried to use it
• put together ikea furniture
• missed the comcast man by 20 minutes so i can't have people over to watch the season finale of blowout tonight
• said goodbye to tom (dc), terry (chicago), and brian fountain (chicago)
• cried
• cried
• wiped my eyes
• cried
• ate mexican food, ate panera bread, ate three donuts at a time, ate, ate, and ate
• thanked michael for his help 19,828,340,941,823 times and every time he replied "no problem, babe," instead of "shut up" or "i'm breaking up with you"
• drank alcohol like it was water, which i should've been drinking instead
• burned nag champa incense incessantly to try to drown out the "strange, sour" smell of my new apartment
• hoped that the "strange, sour" smell wasn't caused by a dead body, dead rodent, generally anything dead
• wrote a fairly good (well, kind of good) column in under two hours
• sweated
• avoided shaving
• ok, so avoided any kind of personal hygeine whatsoever
• wore the same smelly t-shirt, shorts, and socks for three days running
• cried
• blogged

and, that brings us to tuesday morning. thank god it's a four-day week because michael and i both took off yesterday. if i can make it through tuesday, wednesday, and thursday, i'll know it's friday. and friday's the day of frank's ultra-sick debaucherous playboy mansion-style grotto pool party in philly. hilary's wearing a swimsuit with stillettos and a chiffon wrap. michael and i are wearing speedos.

bring it.