So, I gotta go to Boston again today... I have to leave in less than an hour in fact, and yet, I am still in bed. I suck.

Congrats to the Bengals on their impressive return to Monday Night Football after a 15 year absence. Earned me 13 extra fantasy points so I actually won a game for a change.

So now the question is... why can't I just find the perfect apartment and be done with it? Why do my two favorite apartments have to be 30-40 minutes away from my job? Does this seem fair? I swear I'm not whining, just... confounded. My only real options at this point are to keep looking and possibly delay my start date at work, or stop being so picky and just pick something.

Whatever. Hopefully today's trip will bear fruit... or at the very least, ice cream.