We have 7 and a 1/2 months to find the best damn apartment we can afford. Any other kitchen has to be better than the one we currently have. For some reason my mom seems really bothered by the fact that we'd move by Nov. 30th.

We are now the proud owners of a 37 inch tv and a Xbox. I'm determined not to sit in front of it all summer.

I worked and wasn't tempted by the crack-o-tastic cookies we sell. And they ordered pizza and I had none. I ate like a piggy all weekend.

I ran again on Friday, bowled on Saturday and worked out again for an hour on Sunday. Today, I'm doing my stupid pilates tape that annoys the crap out of me but gets the job done. What I'd really like is a 2nd sports bra and maybe some clothes to run in that has a pocket.

The end.