I am finally in my new apartment, with Internet (no cable, hopefully that will get resolved in the next few days...someone has to come out to fix it...I know), and my room is just about put together (I've gone on an organizing/labeling binge). With all that being said this place is way too nice for a 25 year old or anybody really younger than 28 and I can tell already I never want to live in a regular old apartment (i.e. not a condo or co-op) ever again. It pretty much is the craziest place ever and really has all the qualities of a "love-nest" (read roof top deck with views of the Midtown skyline...think candlelight dinners up; private bathroom/large tub...well I don't need to tell you what to think there). It almost makes me wish I didn't have to grad school so I could fully exploit all the wonderfulness of this apartment and not just a place when I'm not working/at school/studying. That being said I need to cram in as much fun between now and the start of school, the beginning of September. With Clevering's wedding this weekend (Thursday to Sunday) and flirting with the co-worker in progress I say summer has just started. John Mayer.