So I came home early. I bailed on the prospect of a weekend in the Caribbean for a weekend at home in the rain. Why? This may sound strange to some of you, but after a couple weeks in someone else's bed, all you really want is to sleep in your own.

Unless the bed is hers , but that's something different entirely.

So I'm home and I have a ton of things to do. Those work people are expecting me to do more and more of that whole "work" thing, I just wrote a $3000 check to Citibank, and for the life of me I can't figure out how I ate that much Wahoo's in a month. I think I may need to lay off on the veggie burritos for a while and definitely need to lay off those trips to Macy’s in San Francisco. I still am short one roommate and subsequently losing an extra $700 a month for the fourth month in a row. The fourth person who has given me a verbal has disappeared without so much as a return call.

I wonder if it's me...

I'd better stop wearing the teddy during the interviews.

Regardless, I'm buying an investment property with my climbing partner, I still need to find a roommate, I'm spending way more than I'm earning, and I really gotta begin to focus on the job. When you add all this up and it seemed like a bad time to blow an extra grand just to spend a weekend on a white sand beach with a cold, umbrella decorated drink and a hot bikini clad tourist whose name I won't remember in a week.

Then again, maybe this weekend would have the perfect time for that.