Apartment move has been achieved. It just occurred to me, like, an hour ago (as I lay prone on my couch with my blanket warmed by my space heater) that this is the first time I've had a one-bedroom apartment. That seems odd, for all I've lived by myself, but those were only singles. Huh.

I had this most awesome thought today, and it's all about how having 30 (okay, 29 and a half) years of experience under your belt actually makes for some good ideas and about being the hunter and not the hunted and why do boys get to do all the pursuing and have all the fun and the very premise of that slime-from-hell book He's Just Not Into You promotes a logical fallacy, but, like I said, there's this couch. And right now it is calling my name. As is the CSI marathon on Spike tv.