Perfect Houseboy found himself an apartment elsewhere. I'm trying not to take the rejection personally.

But we found another roommate. She is thirty-nine (older than me! older than roommate #2!)and works for a medical publishing company. She smokes and has red hair and exudes a tough sassy energy that I like. And she has a house in Rhode Island and is just looking for a place to crash during the week. Ideal.

And she plans to get cable, so I can watch the Sopranos.

So glad that's resolved. Now instead of having to interview prospective roommates all weekend I can concentrate on cleaning my room, reading my self help books, and planning to begin my newest New and Productive Life on Monday.