The Finest China in the Cabinet - The Dish.

I'm just feeling too grown-up this Sunday night. I actually plunked down every spare penny I could scrounge up into a bank account with the intent of putting a down payment on a house by next summer at the latest. I replaced the washers in the kitchen faucets so they won't leak anymore. And I cooked dinner all three nights this weekend; no takeout and no pizza delivery.

Now the weekend is over and I actually just got some work done (as in "job" work) thanks to the magic of email. What's happening to me? Is my biological clock ticking? Do I even have a biological clock? I didn't think guys had those. I don't even have that usual Sunday night blah feeling. It's just like any other night. In fact I look forward to starting another week. It's like a mini New Year.

My resolutions for this week are: to bring sandwiches to work for lunch every day; to get all my books for school, which starts a week from tomorrow; and to clean my work desk and my home desk.