There's this very strange dichotomy that exists in my office, where the downstairs people (the creative types) are very young, reasonably hip (for dorks) and terribly paid, whereas the upstairs people (the business types) are rich, stuffy and middle-aged, and as a result there's very little interaction between the two groups. There's a group of upstairs women who eat together in the lunch room every day and when I walk past them it's like I'm encountering another species. It's really weird.

This weekend, for the first time in a while, both Brooke and I have the whole thing off. While this may be a wonderful opportunity to go away for a bit, we're both poor and we have no plans right now. Not that the weekend will neccesarily be boring. We just don't have any definite plans right now. So the sky's the limit!

Damn, the Japanese make a delicious instant miso soup.

Mysteriously, Karl seems to have a different IP address than Matt. Hmmm...

I got the new Ben Folds album during a soul-healing trip to the mall last night (not too often you hear that phrase, is it?) and was surprised that all the tracks are just Ben, live, with his piano. no band. It's actually pretty refreshing, though, and he has to have the best-harmonizing fans in the biz because the crowd sings backup on some songs. There's also a DVD I'm looking forward to watching, since some of the tracks were recorded at one of my favorite Boston clubs, Avalon.

I just thought of something else to write, but I'm going to make it a seperate post, that you'll probably end up reading first. Suckas!