Before you get too nervous about that statement, it's only because I just through some Squeeze in the CD player here at work. It's a line from one of their songs. Squeeze are one of those bands I like because my Dad listened to them while I was growing up. I think everyone has a band like that, that doesn't really jibe with the rest of their musical tastes but that they have a sentimental attachment to because of their parents. Another example for me would be Genesis. Yes, with Phil Collins. The difference is that I own a Squeeze album. I don't own any Genesis albums.

I hope everyone had a really good holiday weekend. For me it was great. Apart from the aforementioned three feasts (more latkes than you can shake a stick at!) I also spent some nice quality time with the fams (three of them) and got a couple cool Hannukah gifts (Pavement DVD, LOTR DVD and GTA: Vice City from Dad) and useful gifts (a beard trimmer from Mom. No more mountain man look!). Most of all though, I had a very relaxing few days off from work, including a wonderful Friday with Brooke that ranks among the best days in recent memory. And really, that's the only kind of memory I have.

You may think I was being flippant with that last statement, but it's true. My memory, once acute enough to cause me to wonder whether or not it was photographic, has now, for lack of a better term, gone to shit. I have a hard time remembering what I had for breakfast yesterday, let alone something that happened to me 5 years ago. High school is pretty much a blur to me at this point. I find it extremely distressing.

Speaking of high school, I had a close encounter with Matt "Now is the Time for Pants" Jankowski this weekend. Not only did I find out both his parents were also born in the building I'm living in, but I got caught up on people I once knew and also got the latest on Matt's personal life (one word - convoluted). We also discussed web boards, starting out when I tried to relate an anecdote only to find out that he had read it on here. Some day I hope to be as good a web journalist as Matt, but I think it might require a level of commitment I'm not sure I'm willing to give right now.

The apartment is great, but a freakin' mess.

If you're out there and I haven't talked to you in a while. I want to talk to you. Email me now. I'm looking in your direction, Lee and Melissa and other people. Seriously. I'm not going to make it out to Boston this semester, so email is as good as you're going to get. Please do.

Man, this entry started out with such momentum. Now it's started to peter out and it's time to end it. See, I have such high aspirations. I'm practicing though. At least once a week!