What Have You Done For Me Lately?

So, here it goes. I can't be bothered to sit and wail over everything that's happened, so here's a quick run down:

1. Friday, long long day. Tired, mopey. Came home, went to bed early. Slept well.
2. Saturday, shopping in Princeton. Unexpectedly cold. Women should wear bras more often, really. Befriended woman working in the local lingerie shop. Should a white bra really cost $130? So much for that La Perla fantasy. Get massive headache, feel like an ailing old woman, go home and weep silently (ok, not that last part, but really, I did feel very low).
3. Get up at 10. Call Clara, wander over to Abel the carpenter's shindig. Meet Ryan the architecture student. Dance. Meet former housemate Mark, very cool, likes to spin house music. Yorgo spins, Clara dances with weird barista man called Orlando from Chile. Talk to Carrie (housemate), go back to Clara's, talk, drink beer until 4:30 (what am I doing drinking beer? gross). home.
4. Up to the city, meet Ben, talk to very kind woman whose son assists the poetry editors at the New Yorker, see The Third Man (who doesn't love Joseph Cotten?!), hear David Denby lecture. Very cool.
5. Dinner/wine with Ben. Interesting conversation. We both get a little tipsy, embrace and cultivate our mutual awkwardness. So much fun! Train home.
6. Monday, then Tuesday. Row at home with housemates about fridge situation. Crapness.
7. The Corpse Bride + greasy food with Heath. General fear over work situation.

That's all, folks!