It is so nice to be living in a city with respectable public transportation again. I walk two blocks to the street car, ride it for 10 minutes, then transfer to the subway which drops me a block from work in about 2 minutes. Letting someone else worry about navigation also means that my time can be better spent reading, or cuddling, or what-have-you, rather than wondering how many interesting places I can find to stick the gunrack on the Chevy that invariably ties up traffic in North Carolina.
Should I even bother glowing about all the neat restaurants and shops around the office? Maybe its just me, but awesome thai food has that certain something that Wendy's lacks. Some one should let Dave know.
Anyway, I'm exceedingly happy here. Enough said.
Ben and I were forced to make emergency office stereo repairs today. Its amazing what one can do with packing tape and the Swiss Army knife that my dad gave me.