well, i sent off application #2 into the ether. or wherever grad school applications go to die. looking it over, i realized i have no shot of getting in. anywhere. ever. excuse the fatalism. i know it's heavy-handed, but it's, for some reason, how i deal effectively with reality.

i don't feel much like blogging; anyway, tommy is doing a better job of taking care of the blog than i could. i'm having some fun over at blogissimo, though i have about 12 daily readers. over the weekend i did an interview with fritz hahn, nightlife editor of wapo.com, for dcist.com and i think it turned out pretty well. also over at dcist this morning is a post about a local guy who broke a world record for treadmill marathoning. this has got to be the stupidest thing i have ever heard of. still, it reminded me about running, and that i should give it a shot again, so i registered for the cherry blossom 10 miler in april. you should, too; it's supposed to be a great local race. in case you care, the rest of the weekend was spent with all the usual suspects, getting drunk beyond comprehension while playing trivial pursuit, and spending some good quality time at the meat market that is the clarendon grill.

don't forget that this friday is the holiday party at our hot little apartment! check the evite here. if you haven't RSVPed yet, please do, so we can make sure we have an adequate amount of libation for your drunken holiday experience.