A Whole Lot of Nothing

It's been a garden-variety kind of week. No travel or parties or culturally eye-opening experiences. I'm finally getting my retainer fixed this afternoon and I must, must do laundry after work. I miss my washer and dryer. Laundromats are kind of dismal places. You're held captive in a small room permiated with the nose-stinging scent of dryer sheets and surrounded by baskets of strangers' dingy undergarments. Stuck in laundry purgatory, you stand guard for clothes theives while hypnotized by your belongings swirling around in a machine that, only moments before, may have been occupied by, well, grossness (no need to elaborate). There's another popular and not too expensive option -- the drop and wash. However, I haven't quite come to terms with a stranger washing and folding my underwear yet. Just wait until mid-February when it's too cold to move my big toe and then maybe my story will change.

Lots of fun is to be had this weekend. Andrea has offered in exchange for my participation in a Petsmart-run (it's in a sketchy part of NJ that one would not want to travel to alone) to take me to IKEA to buy a dresser. Afterward, Andrea, Sarah and some of our other Hoboken-friends are going out to celebrate my "moving-away." I tell them everyday that I owe them my first born child for everything they've done for me over the last few months. No, seriously.

I'm so excited about Sunday I can't even write about it. It feels like one of those things that if I talk about it too much it might somehow go away. So, the plan is to just play it cool until I turn my key and do a victory dance in the middle of my own furniture-less apartment. Only two more days!!!!