At the gym this afternoon, there was a woman coming in wearing an "RIT Photography" t-shirt. I didn't ask her if she was a graduate or anything (I don't really talk to people at the gym.) It was a shirt from the "Big Shot", March 2001 at the Alamo. Nifty!
My neighbors who live upstairs in apartment 400 are moving out. Honestly, I won't miss their kids too much, but I will miss the mother. Wow. MILF, for those of you familiar with American Pie.
Not that you needed to know that or anything.
I think my project for the rest of the day will be cleaning up the place. I cleaned crap out of the car and got it washed, and now I have to do something with this room.