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Ok, since both James and Jen have hassled me in the past week about not updating this, I thought I'd better do so before anyone else comments...Of ocurse, I think you two may be the only ones who read this....

Anyway, in honor of my bothering to get on here and write something, I'm going to skip the amazing adventures of Chris, Caitlin, Mom, and Abbey in Cambridge, Bath, and London and go straight to Thursday night's activities, which Jen at least will find amusing.

Thursday, I went to Man on the Moon with my housemate Alzeena to see her boyfriend's band. It was a tiny little venue with lots of...um...character. Anyway, it sort of reminded me of my punk rock stage, making me think back to the days when I hung out with Anthony S. and Dave U. (amused yet, Jen?). Then everything went all twilight zone...the drummer for one of the bands looked like Erik Johnson - with a British accent. The whole night was fun, though not as much fun as when I was an actual punk rock fan. But it gave me time to ponder (since no one could talk over the music) the association between punk rock and swing dancing....And I realized that nearly all of those guys who were into punk also went swing dancing. I couldn't figure out if there's some implicit relationship or if Dan Dunn had just dragged them all to a swing club at some point.....I shall continue to ponder this in my free time.

Free time which is becoming quite short, actually. My thesis is due June 19th...which seems a long ways off, until I remember just how long the thesis needs to be....

My new favorite thing (related to the thesis anxiety) is that Easter candy is now half price. Hurray for chocolate in the shape of eggs and rabbits!

OK, I hope that satiates your desire for new blog material. I can't be bothered to think of anything else before dinner.