It's been a little over a week since moving back to the DC area. We're almost settled into our new apartment; there are a few things scattered around the apartment that we're not sure where to put due to lack of shelves.

I love my apartment, it's big and because it faces south gets sun all day, which is important in helping to keep my mood stable.(I could never live in the Scandinavian countries, even though I'd love to because of all their great social programs, the lack of sunlight in winter would do me in.)

Although yesterday I wasn't loving it very much. Over the weekend we finished unpacking our clothes and I spent Saturday morning washing things that had been in storage for two years. Once everything was clean and dry I put the closet in order (in my anal retentive way). Yesterday morning, I went in to grab a shirt and as I was tossing it on the bed I noticed a HUGE cockroach on it. I screamed like a little girl. The cockroach started crawling on the bed, underneath the mattress. I had to tear the bed apart, flip the mattress off the frame and chase the f*cker. I bashed it at least five times with a piece of heavy cardboard I was lucky enough to have lying around. But the the damn thing WOULDN'T DIE. Luckily enough I was able to stun it enough to allow me to get it on the cardboard and flush it down the toilet.

The incident freaked me out so much so that I had to sleep with the lights on last night for fear of waking up with one crawling on me. Thank goodness there were no more creepycrawlies, because if there were it might have put me over the edge.

I hate cockroaches.