It sure is quiet in here.

Did I forget what it was like to spend four months in solitude? Apparently. It's 9:37 right now. I don't have to leave for work for another 23 minutes but I'm antsy and am debating on leaving early because I don't really know what else to do. Kate left for Hawaii yesterday so I have the apartment to myself for ten days. What do I do?! It's funny how we've developed these small routines in the morning. We both instinctively let out the same long, drawn out groans when we hear oneanother's alarm clocks go off in the morning. Whoever gets to the kitchen first on their way to the bathroom usually makes the first batch of early-morning coffee. Either cereal or oatmeal can be found in one of our bowls at all times during the AM and the itunes is crankin' with something different each day to get the morning rollin'. I did this ritualistic routine by myself today and I laughed out loud when I realized how funny I must look to the people who peep through our windows from accross the backyard. "Look at that girl in the sparkly dress and boots running around her apartment like a crazy person?"

I'm really excited to have tomorrow and Monday off. I want to walk around the city a little bit, even if it is ABSOLUTELY FREEZING. (It's supposed to snow again today!) Now that I think about it, it's my first weekend to myself in a very long time. I want to go do a little vintage shop window-browsing and take some photos. Speaking of photographs, check out this cool shot that Matt Genitempo took of my little brother during their road trip to NYC.

(This is the face that Robby always has when he gets woken up too early. Haha! Although we look identical, I don't think I genetically inherited that angry morning-face.)