Let me just tell you, there is nothing better than having the apartment to myself. Marti left for Georgia and her little sexfest with the "boyfriend" and I have the place all to myself until next Monday! Woo-Hoo! Holy crap was it great to come home and do whatever the hell I wanted. I watched the tv shows I wanted to (a combo of Top Gun, always look forward to the volleyball scene, The Wedding Singer and Real World), opened a bottle of wine and did nothing. No offense to my roomate but I wish she'd go away more often.

Finally heard from my friend Chris. You know, the one who quit his job at the New York Times just to gallavant around Europe for a couple of months. Yeah, that one. Anyway he is in Prague right now. Pretty cool. Chris just kind of pops up every now and then. I'm sure he'll let us all know where he is the next time he gets the chance. I'm still a little miffed at him though, he never emailed me back before he left for Europe. Chris, if you're reading this you owe me an email you bastard.

I am so hyper today. This morning I dragged myself out of bed at 5:30 and hit the gym. I don't know why I don't do that more often. Got a little bit of treadmill time in while I was watching the news. Granted, it was local news and all they were talking about was the .6" of snow we received. But it was the news just the same. Also hyper about going away this weekend. I am too excited about this trip. We better go out and do something Saturday night. Heck, if the boys want to stay in I'll go out on my own. Screw them. It's my birthday damn it and if I want to celebrate than so be it.

See you all on the flipside.