Weekend alone, almost everyone I know is out of the city, so I've been watching a lot of movies. The definite highlight was FINALLY finding a coffee place suitable for being my regular haunt, which is appropriately named My Bakery and Cafe. It's beautiful and there aren't too many people there and the people are friendly. I felt pitiful going to Starbucks to hang out and write as frequently as I have been, I like to support the independent places as much as possible, especially for hang outs. I still miss Javanet because I'm pitiful like that.

I have mixed feelings about the Barnes & Noble in Georgetown--no Brown Journal of World Affairs but they did have a copy of Kafka short stories in German (which I promptly bought, I need to at least attempt to keep up some of my faint language skills).

I also learned that I cannot cook salmon on a gas stove. I don't know yet whether I can cook on a stove OR cook salmon on a different stove, it will remain one of life's little mysteries for a while.

I still LOVE LOVE LOVE pogo. They keep on giving me interesting things to do--except for building office chairs, which I am no good at all. If I've learned anything this week, it's that my domestic skills are significantly lacking. Trevor will either have to be good at these things or we'll have to hire help. I've already told him that if I ever become a mother, I will have help. I seriously doubt I will ever be a stay at home mother; I hit all new lows when I'm at home too much and I don't think I am the "motherhood is so fulfilling" type. I am much more the type to do what I have been the past couple of weeks--compiling Katrina contracting mistakes, figuring out how much money oil companies are cheating the government out of, and potentially figuring out a way to brief each new Congressional staffer about whistle-blowing laws.

I just need to figure out if one can have a fun D.C. nightlife without being 21. So far the answer is no. So lots of writing instead, hopefully something will be good.