thoughtcrumbs : january 2000

Promise promise promise more tidbits coming soon. However, a short excerpt from my dinner with erstwhile roommate Stacy in Seattle:

Waiter:Yeah, you know one of the Backstreet Boys ate here last month. No one recognized him, but at the end I came up to his table and talked to him. He was only the third-cutest, though.

One of my co-workers is obsessed with this tee shirt.

Egads, where have I been? Not online apparently. In the last two weeks, I've acquired a new job and moved to Portland. In a flurry of cardboard boxes and surge protectors, I've set up most of my apartment, and will be starting work Monday morning, 8 AM. Egads, again. (Americans, on the whole, don't use that word nearly enough, so I feel a compulsion to compensate.) My college sleep cycle was too easy on me, and I fear a coffee addiction is soon to ensue. . . .