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Well, first off, my legs seem to have finally decided that lots of jumping around and dancing in place on Tuesday is not something they wholly approve of and are now sore. This is a)a sign I really need to start getting in shape or what have you and b)totally worth it. I got a few semi-decent shots on my phone (considering the bright lights and that, well, we're talking about my phone) and the show really was a complete blast. (The only real bad part being me forgetting about Phoenix traffic and leaving later than I should have to pick up domnall. On the bright side, this meant we got there half-way through the last Black-Eyed Peas song, which was just fine by me. And Red Zone tickets meant that while we were very close - just outside the outer ring - and we weren't squished in like sardines.)

Work goes swimmingly. The big project that's been eating my soul is actually pretty much done (finding aid, stickers, and staple removal is what's left) and slowly am gearing up for more fun. Granted, I type this part at work, with some remnants in front of me. because I do need to make sure that they're not duplicates. Which they're not, but well... such is the drill.

Of course, I just saw the next project. The scanner and I shall be renewing our friendship.

The plans this weekend are rather quiet, all things considered. Clean, unpack and catalog more, and have my dad over for dinner. Maybe make ice cream. Maybe buy little paint samples for painting the bedroom.

Music lately has consisted of U2, Abney Park, and 36 Madison Avenue - which is Drew's all-male acapella group. I'm sorry, but their version of Center of Attention? Awesome.

Oh, and I need to curse my dad for getting me addicted to 30 Rock...