this will have to be brief, because i am at work and i am slightly paranoid that the woman whose desk is directly behind me is looking over my shoulder.

work is going fine. it looks like i'm getting moved into the fellowship program instead of the internship program, because i won't be a full-time student next year. i really don't care. i'll be doing the same things regardless. the whole thing has been quite the fiasco, which combined with the doctor last week telling me there is nothing they can do to solve the sinus hell i've been living in and the whole job-hunting/paying bills/growing up thing, have served to make me a little stressed. several shouting fights with my mother have occured.

i've spent most of my time this week scanning these wicked awesome WWII scrapbooks. 12 big books filled with newspaper articles about Marines, everything from battle reports to little human interest stuff. i'm in heaven. it is a complete history of Marine Corps involvement in WWII. the goal is to get it digitized then sorted and turned into a database by the end of the summer. the sad thing is that i love this stuff, while normal people would find it extremely boring.

i spent yesterday scanning articles at the national library of medicine. $30 worth of printed pages/photocopies is a lot of articles. just for the record. then i had dinner with rachel, the hansasaur, and neil at rachel's new apartment. i had a great time. it really made us all feel grown up and everything. it's nice that there are people i'm good friends with within an hour of me. (i've been in the d.c. metro area too long. an hour to hang out is reasonable.) her apartment would have been a 5 minute trip from NLM had my father not told me to go the wrong direction on rockville pike. during rush hour. one hour, 15 minutes, much honking, and copious amounts of random circling, wandering, and turning around in parking lots later, i found rachel's place. i have this to say: maryland drivers are jackasses.

but...being lost did take me by...drumroll...georgetown preparatory school.

churro, i thought of you.