I'm late to work every morning.

Partly because I don't get up on time, and partly because the most insane Muni employee in all of SF drives my route in the mornings.

Her wrath knows no bounds.

She makes Mrs. Crabtree look like a fucking saint.

The beginning of the Fall semester always makes me a bit sentimental now that I am no longer a student.

I miss the excitement of new classes and new people.

I'm probably overly romanticising the experience but I still can't help but feel a little sad.

Oregon has the bluest sky.

One of my favorite places to hang out in Ashland is the Black Sheep Tavern.

This looks like an advertisement for my Framboise but in reality, we are just toasting.

And Josh is giving me the psycho peepers.

Today began a short weekend trip to the Oregon Shakespeare festival with some friends.

I'm positive that this dude was not headed there.

Went to a free screeing on Hamlet 2.

The last few times I've tried to attend screenings, I haven't been able to get in.

This time I got there an hour early to make sure I scored a seat.

I gave my notice at work today.

This picture was actually taken in October of last year, but I thought it might be appropriate.

It's the view from my office window.

My parents game up for the weekend to see the Packer/49er game at Candlestick Park.

They are big Packer fans and this was the first NFL game any of us had ever been to.

I don't think the Packers have ever played a worse game.

I felt bad.

Me: Nice terrorist scarf. Can I take a picture of you?

Suzanna: Yes. Hold on...let me put it around my head.

D's friend Justin made dinner for us.

At one point during the evening, people began doing yoga poses.

I guess it is apparent by my bemused look that I found this strange.

But to be fair, I was sick (but to be fair, I always have that look).

Went to Sarah's BBQ/pool party in Vallejo.

I got to relax and play some Rock Band. D had never played before, so that was fun.

Makes me sad that spending days like this with my friends is soon going to be a thing of the past.

Still re-binding the old LIFE Magazines.

I saw a picture of Hitler playing with a baby at her christening. He is the baby's godfather. That must be weird for her if she's still alive.

I persuaded Chris and Andrew to join me for happy hour.

Andrew offered a ride home afterwards, which was great until I discovered that he had decided to park no where near Chevy's for some reason.

Our room had a mirrored ceiling over the bed.

I suppose I'll miss that most of all.

I had a very strong desire to stay in our hotel room and sleep for the entire six days.

But I pushed through and tried see as much as possible despite feeling seriously ill.

We heard European tourists laughing at how ridiculous the Vegas interpretations of various European landmarks are.

I'm sure they have reason to laugh.

Having never seen the authentic ones myself though, I thought the rip-offs were pretty neat.

On our second day, we experienced Star Trek at the Hilton.

The attraction is closing in September so it was cool to see it one last time.

I wouldn't really call myself a fan but it's impossible not to have a good time at the place.