Why yes, I should be reading right now

It's been another crazy week here in Cambridge, but I think I'm settling into things.  Last Sunday, we picked up our adopted cat Lilly (pictured sleeping), which has led to some adventures this week.  Most of them sleep-deprived, since Miss Lilly has decided that 5:30 AM is wake-up time.  Okay, maybe that's not outrageous, but in this house, we go to bed around midnight and wake up around 8:00 AM, so 5:30 really is too early for us.  Also, might I mention that when I say this house, I mean my boyfriend, but also, as we've found out, our 90-year-old landlord who resides in the apartment above us, and also, our neighbor who likes to watch (loud) TV and play around with a synthesizer until about midnight.  At least we're all in this together!

Thursday, I trekked out to the Brimfield Flea Market, one of my new favorite thrice-yearly activity.  After not being in the area for a while, I realized how much I missed gawking at the weird stuff (art made out of baby doll parts?) and also scrounging for deals and odds and ends.  Also: fried food!  Though we missed out on seeing Mary Kate Olsen, who was there on Wednesday, I did find 2 end tables, one with a really cool knob.  I love cool knobs.

Last night, we headed out to Brighton to pick up some chairs we found on Craigslist, and finally, the apartment is shaping up.  (As in, now we can stop eating dinner on the couch.  Hooray!)  Our trip to Ikea tomorrow should finish off our checklist of items needed, and then we'll just be waiting for our replacement custom bookshelf to be made.  In three weeks, there will no longer be random boxes sitting around in the corners of rooms.  Hooray!

But then there will also be no more excuses for not reading.  Hrmph.

It's not that I'm not delighted about all the reading, but between the reading and the Red Sox watching and the editing and the scouring of Craigslist, there were TWO nights this week when I went to bed with bloodshot, tired eyes.  With boyfriend working 12+ hour days on thesis, at least I wasn't alone in having weary eyes, but it's still kind of tragically funny that we essentially sit around the apartment all day and yet, our eyes look like we pulled some kind of climactic all-nighter.  Nope.  This will continue for... a while still.

That said, I must be insane, but I am seriously contemplating the 48 hour book challenge.  I am a sucker for challenges.  I've done Nanowrimo twice (and won!  both times!), I've run a half-marathon and other long races.  So, really, how hard can it be to read as much as possible in a 48 hour time-span?

In a few weeks, I will find out.