raybear | This one's for you, wherever you are.

The most addictive website of the day:
http://www.fundrace.org/neighbors.php

Type in your address and see to who's presidential campaign your neighbors have donated. It's a little frightening that this database exists, but I'm still fascinated.

Why am I so exhausted? Why does this make me hate my life right now? And I literally mean "right now", because even when I go down the hall to the bathroom, life seems way better. But I don't want to write and complain about my job because that's boring and negative and cliche.

I keep thinking I should go back and write about my weekend even though it's already Tuesday. Friday night pretty much sucked, because even though I thought I did a pretty good job spinning, I was painfully exhausted and often lonely. Being up in a booth for seven hours with virtually no opportunities to interact with all my friends who are 25 feet away isn't as fun as you might think. And when I'm physically tired, my emotions are always compounded. But I survived, with the help of

thebrownhornet who stayed on the floor dancing until the last song, and

dommeyourass came up to the booth for the last hour and kept me company as well as not leaving me to get home alone.

Saturday seemed short since I didn't wake up until after noon. I met The Librarians for lunch, and Lowenstein finally got to meet them after over a year of missed connections. Then we went home to change clothes.

vimandvigor and

foxycoxy came over and we went to church...er, the ballet. Though, as my neighbors said, "close enough". First we ate a fancy restaurant with indulgent food then we walked over to the Lyric. I'd never seen a full ballet before and the performance was Swan Lake, the ballet's ballet. Or something. Anyway, it was beautiful, fun, intimate evening.

Sunday was temple, lunch, then coming home to panic about schoolwork.

That's the belated weekend roundup.

I've written so much in the past two days, I don't have much left for here.