Hey, you. An interview I recently gave Rachel Kramer Bussel is running in Gothamist today; please have a look. (Thanks to Jena Cumbo for taking the photo, who spared me from having to submit a shot involving my bathroom mirror.)

I know that hearing someone tell you how busy she's been is like hearing her tell you about her dreams in detail, but I have to say, things have been rather crazy. It's to the point where more than 5 hours of sleep per night or spending an hour getting a drink with someone seem like extravagent luxuries. I also haven't seen any form of entertainment in weeks, unless you count watching Todd drill-bomb a wall in order to try to hang a tie rack.

The thing is, most of the things that are keeping me so busy are, by themselves, very good things, but when they come all at once, it's hard to not harbor a little resentment for them. It reminds me of what happens when you combine individually pretty colors and end up with a sick-looking brown.

Our apartment (we found a place!) is being painted right now by our self-described lazy landlord. He's doing the whole thing himself, and even let us pick out what colors we wanted to use.

Sunday afternoon was a little discouraging, because when we stopped by, the only work that had been done was the old stove had been nudged out of its den (to make room for a new one), just enough to reveal dust, wine corks, yellowed cooking oil, and proof of our landlord's claim to "lazy." (He's also being a little difficult, but I suspect it's because we're all still trying to warily determine who's going to be the alpha in this relationship.)

The amount of work the place needed was its main drawback, along with the bathroom for various reasons, most of which are off-white. But can I say this, without sounding braggy? The street is one of the prettiest I've seen in Brooklyn, it's near a million good shops/restaurants/bars, we have a view of the Manhattan skyline from the living room, a skylight in the bathroom, hardwood floors, SPACE, two offices, big closets, light, indoor shutters, high ceilings (one of them tin), and lots of crazy molding around the edges of everything. It was the dirtiest apartment we looked at, but I can be infectiously optimistic when called for.

I thought I'd be sadder about leaving my current place (I really do love it, despite the impression I may have given you), but tomorrow (moving day) can't get here fast enough.