I hope my motto for this year is incorrect

In a moment of quasi-sarcasm last night I blurted out my motto for 2004:

2004 is gonna suck.

My jaded cynic self aside, I really hope I am wrong… Getting a job would certainly help this year get off to the right start.

I have mixed feelings about last night. ended up staying behind because she was still sick as hell. She apparently slept the entire time I was gone. So that sucks. And eric’s party was fun, but lots of his e2 friends were there. Of the ones I have met (at various parties, etc.), a handful are cool, and the rest are e2 snobs. I was blown off by 3 different people once they finished asking me if I was a “noder” or was from e3. I may be a gigantic nerd, and I may be a bit anti-social, but I can have conversations with people outside my social circle without resorting to geek-elitism. So I was kind of irritated by that, but there were enough cool people I didn’t know there that I was able to cope.

After 2am, I was getting ready to go, and and were in no shape to drive, so I offered to give them a lift. Adam remembered that a group of friends were hanging at the Eliot Hotel down in Kenmore, and asked that I drop them off there instead of their house, which was no problem to me. I decided to go to the hotel because I hadn’t seen Todd in awhile. We ended up hanging out there until 5am, just bullshitting and stuff, and then I drove the boys back to Cambridge, and returned myself to Brighton. Parking sucked as always, and I managed to squeeze Maude into an unbelievably small spot after searching for 30 minutes.

is feeling better today but is still pretty rough around the edges,and is in bed sleeping/resting. I still don’t feel sick, so perhaps I have done a good job of quarantining.