Oops. Haven't updated in a while. Sorry about that. It's because of the move. Agatha and I hired some trash-talking Russians to transport our shit from Point A (the Hooverville dwelling that lost its charm just as the ink dried on our lease nearly two years ago) to Point B (a laughably large two-bedroom apartment in colorful Adams Morgan) - and paid an arm and a leg for them (but not a breast).

Nothing is unpacked except for my 500 cotton T-shirts, of which seven actually fit. On second thought, make that eight because someone special gave me a new short-sleeved shirt (SIZE LARGE!) and it looks really good on me (obviously). It is from Ruehl and is very soft.

I'm feeling strangely unemotional right now, given the facts that nothing in my apartment is unpacked, we don't have internets or cables yet, I have a million projects going on at work, I have an interview for a possibly cool part-time job tonight, and I haven't really eaten anything today except for a turkey burger. Also, I wisely decided to pack my prescriptions in the bottom of a trunk that contains 300 pounds of crap, so ... yea. I am determined to at least get to the bottom of that issue (literally) tonight.

Oh, and I got a haircut today. The guy didn't apply enough hair gel, so I look more like a young business professional than a spiky greased-up guido. What a horrible development. I can't wait to get home so I can shower and apply a tub of $3.99 pomade to my Italian locks.