We still haven’t found an apartment, and becuase of it I have spent the entire weekend eating my feelings in my weight of Milk Duds, JuJu Bees, and movie popcorn. I haven’t been able to slow myself. All I know is, this week is the week I need to find SOMETHING. ANYTHING.

I am sick of looking, but nothing we see is good enough. The location will be great, and then there is carpet. Or the floors are hardwood, but the street parking is awful. Or the street parking rocks, but I wouldn’t live in an apartment with wood-colored cabinets if my life depended on it. Etc., etc.

This is a crazy life. But I hope that something will be coming up this week–an offer, a beautiful apartment, my other roommates finally cleaning up dishes before I get to them out of anger, or magically I will come home one day to a non-sticky floor and dinner prepared for me.

Who knows? I can’t wait to see what happens…