i have a new photo album with pictures of my house in it, in case anyone wants to look.  i feel strange standing outside of my own house with a camera, but there are a lot of really cool details.  a plaque on the porch says "lindsey house 1893" and i'm curious to learn more.

friday night my neighbor had a house party, and it was fun.  we drank, listened to music, and then went to gabe's to a dance party where i was chatted up by some grad student whose name i promptly forgot.  he talked a lot about boston which made me want to bang my head against the wall.  apparantly by mentioning i know someone who lives there translates into i really want to hear boring stories about it. 

i also met someone who turns out a) knows my sister and asked me if i was related to her right after meeting me and b) is roommates with bobby who lives two buildings away.  cue "it's a small world".

i have also been working what feels like a hundred hours a day.  i'm tired and am looking forward to a day off tomorrow.  my body desperately needs it, the last couple of nights i have been so sore i just sit in my chair and stare at the tv.