I have finally finished moving to Madison, which means I once again have time to blog. I spent the last couple months planning, and plotting, and possibly scheming; but now I am moved, and job hunting from a much shinier location.

So... what was it I am supposed to write about here again?

My new apartment is fairly nice, though it needs some furniture. A couch would be nice, since my old one was too fat to fit in the door (which is what I get for buying an American couch); stuff to make my guest bedroom more like a bedroom and less like a place I put crap I don't want cluttering up my room; and most importantly, a larger bed. The last because, as every girl who isn't my mother that has visited my apartment has told me, I'm not going to be getting any on a twin sized mattress. (Don't bother with a comment, the not getting any regardless joke is too obvious.)

I don't have any roommates, which is nice, but taking some getting used to. Despite enjoying it, I didn't cook much in my last couple living arrangements, because I'm too obsessive compulsive about needing a kitchen to be clean to cook in it, and too lazy to clean up a roommates dishes so I could. Of course, now I just feel dumb, cooking entire meals just for one person, and am too lazy to do so very often. It's a paradox. (a paradox, a most ingenious paradox. we've quips and quibbles heard in flocks, but none to beat this paradox.)

I spent a few days taking care of a friend of mine's dog. It was pretty much a perfect* dog. I think every girl I have ever dated needs to take lessons from this dog on being a good companion. Sad... but very true.

*I say "perfect", but I did hear rumor of her owner being forced to adapt a 1930's european style appeasement policy towards the little nazi in regards to clothes getting chewed on... but I don't believe it, I think it was just an excuse for her to leave old clothes laying around the floor of her house.