Here's what it costs one woman to move.

Just because people usually buy you lots of drinks during periods of significant personal trauma doesn’t mean you stop spending. Herewith, the damage I’ve done in the past week:

Sunday • $44: Rebels in Paradise: The Los Angeles Art Scene and the 1960s, Visual Sensations: The Paintings of Robert Swain, 1967–2010, and a set of Robert Rauschenberg postcards at the Hirshhorn Museum’s gift shop • $2.50: Tea at Chinatown Coffee Co. • $60: Deposit at Tattoo Paradise. Nothing like making plans for another tattoo in times of emotional distress! • $16: A Bell’s Amber Ale and burger with mushrooms at Cafe Saint-Ex • $18: Cash, given to a friend of a friend for a ticket to see Ted Leo at the Black Cat 

• I withdrew $40 in cash to head to a bar in West Village to meet some friends. I prefer using cash at bars, instead of using my card and opening a tab because I can control my spending better that way. When you open a tab, you're more likely to just order a bunch of drinks and appetizers without thinking about how much you're actually spending, and before you know it, you're closing your tab and sign on the dotted line for $100, including tip. So: Cash is king

I didn’t realize that getting the keys to my apartment back from the guy who told me he was moving to Germany, then broke up with me, would be more painful than, well, that. It was. Herewith, the damage I’ve done in the week since.