So, in less than a week, I'll be moving into my new apartment. This place has it all -- everything I wanted, a dedicated off-street parking spot, a dishwasher, new appliances, lots of space... I'm finally getting a place of my own, and it will kick ass. None too soon, apparently. I came home from my weekend in San Francisco to find that someone had gone into my bedroom and stolen two big stacks of quarters I had sitting on my desk that were intended for laundry. Also taken was a separate, smaller pile of special bicentennial quarters that a friend had given me. No one seems to be owning up to it. In other exciting news, someone who I've become very close to is finally coming to L.A.! It's only for a short visit, but we've conducted our entire friendship over e-mail, phone and IM, so it will be interesting to finally meet each other in person. (Before you ask, she's not a blogger. This is someone I met through work.) And now, for something completely different: Man Lives With Dead Brother for 18 Months.