I really, really can't be bothered moving. I don't want to hunt for a new place that I can afford, I don't want to pack stuff up, I don't want to help carry my furniture up and down stairs. I was rather looking forward to living a second year in the same place for the first time since Scotland. I feel at home. I mean, it's not perfect, but it's home.
Also, Grey's Anatomy was so sad - I don't want to wait an entire summer to find out what happens.