2. Lose twenty pounds. The numerous blondies coated in ice cream, constant stream of wine and/or tequila, and shameful lack of green vegetables probably has something to do with it.
3. Buy over-the-knee black boots. Best replacement for pants I've seen yet. This one has the best success rate of everything on this list, which is a problem in and of itself.
4. Get rid of the mice living in our kitchen and basement. I need a boyfriend so that I could just feign fear and then he'd heroically step up to the plate and murder these rodents for me and my three wonderful housemates. However, since the dreamy boy I met on the Metro last week has yet to call me, I foresee a lot of neat and clean murdering in my future.
5. Unpack my room. Having roommates you want to hang out with all the time is a double edged sword. My clothes are strewn about my enormous room in an appalling manner.
6. Figure out how to order new contact lenses without having to pay for an expensive eye exam. My last pair turned into my only pair and are currently enabling the typing of this titillating entry.
7. Rally to Restore Sanity on Saturday. So excited about this!
8. Do some laundry. I'm scared of the basement (see point 4) but my work shirts are starting to smell like feta cheese... and by "starting to smell" I mean, "have smelled".
9. Buy food. Edible things currently in my possession: jar of pb, box of cereal, bag of baby carrots, box of Constant Comment, quart of ice cream, and half a bottle of cheap wine.
10. Befriend the bartenders across the street. For obvious reasons