UGH!  I swear, if I have to go through one more box, I'm going to scream.  I'm also going to scream if I have to listen to one more second of loud, obnoxious mariachi music coming from my downstairs neighbor's apartment (either that or modify Carol's patented "Elvis Treatment" using ZZTop). 

The past week has been crazy busy.  More like super crazy.  ("I'm super, I'm crazy, I'm supercrazy!"  Sorry.  Bad WWE reference.)  With unpacking and trying to find additional employment since CNC seems to have flaked on me, I've barely had time to breathe.  Luckily, I've gotten to spend quite a bit of time with Pumpkin, so it's not so bad.  Still, I wish things would calm down a bit.

I also went back to Mom's for a visit this weekend, and it was weird.  I was glad to see her and Larry (and of course my puppy), but I found myself counting down the time until I was back here.  Maybe I really am adapting to this city life.  Who knows?