And I really love that, when I got to the end of my Reader feed, I got this message:

I feel so accomplished, reaching the end of the internet!  Who knows what I can accomplish next?!?!

Wordpress couldn’t help me.  My hosting company couldn’t help me. Techy friends couldn’t help me. It was like my blog decided that my password was wrong and just wouldn’t let me in!

Okay, maybe I was being a little lazy about actually TRYING to figure it out. Whatever. Something changed, I was able to upgrade my Wordpress installation, and now I’m BACK!

I had to get to work a little earlier than usual, so did take my regular bus at an irregular time.  But the route number was the same, so I climbed aboard the bus, only to find it full of high school kids. 

Hmmm…. I thought.  This isn’t the way the bus usually looks.  Usually there are lots of old people and a couple people my age in suits.  Weird.  But this is kind of early, so maybe this is the time that the kids take the bus to school.  Wait a minute.  This isn’t the usual route.  Hmmm…. we just blew past Harvard Square.  Where are we going?  Are we actually going TO the high school?  Put the book away, Anna.  Pay attention. 

The bus pulled up next door to the public high school and everyone on the bus flooded out.  After it emptied, I walked up to the front and asked the driver if we was looping back to Harvard Square, or if this was the end of the line. 

He laughed and said, “This is usually my last stop at this time, but I have to go to Harvard anyways for my next route.  You can ride along.”  I thanked him, and he said, “You know, when you got on the bus, I was wondering if I should say something about this being the high school bus… but then I thought that you looked like a high school student.”

I’ve been thinking about this all morning.  Do I really pass for 18?  I mean, I’m 28!  I have smile lines around my eyes!  But maybe this is a good thing?  I can’t decide.

Saturday night, 25 friends went to a Mets game to celebrate our friend Dan’s 30th birthday.  We tailgated before the game, drank pretty steadily throughout the game, and took over a small bar in mid-town post-game.  And I’m not going to lie – I drank a lot of beer.  So much that I ended the night at 2 AM, hunting for food before passing out on a friend’s pull-out couch.

I woke up Sunday morning with a pounding headache – you know, the kind when jackhammers try to break through your skull?  My stomach was churning, threatening to revolt if I didn’t find a bagel.

It’s been a while since I’ve suffered a beer hangover, so I’d forgotten how painful they can be.

Next time, I’ll stick with vodka.

And now I have. It looks like there are some random text errors in the old entries, but at least the whole installation isn’t effed up.

So I’m back!

I’m so weirded out by this!  How could anyone even think of sticking their feet in a bowl for fish to nibble on?  Ew!  The thought makes me want to tuck my feet up underneath me and never leave them uncovered again.

And then the thunderstorms caused us to lose power for OVER SIX HOURS on Sunday.  Ever packed by candlelight?  In 90-degree weather and 90% humidity?  With NO AIR CONDITIONER BECAUSE THE POWER IS OUT? I don’t recommend it. 

Thanks to the BFs amazingness – in that he took the day off from work yesterday to move all of our big stuff – we were able to spend last night in the new place.  We still have some more to move, but it’s like being the new place lifted a raincloud away from my head, and now, all of a sudden, I’m fine. 

For the past three years, I’ve been living with the BF in a slum.  Okay, it’s not quite a slum, but… well, it isn’t nice.  Things broke.  MORE things broke.  And our property managers didn’t bother to return phone calls… even when our bathroom and part of the living room was under an inch of water.  Earlier this year – after the third flood in three years – we decided we’d had enough.  Time for a new place.  A more grown-up place that has more to offer than a great location (which was the one thing the slum did have).

And, as of yesterday evening, we have an awesome new place that has lots of light, more space, an incredible deck, and amazing landlords. 

I’m dancing with joy!

I can’t even begin to explain how much I want to do this.  Or, if I can’t come up with the $250 it costs, just buy this one:

How freaking cute is this?