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It's been awhile since I've written anything here. I've been rather busy, and also rather uninspired. Much of what I've been doing lately does not translate to blog too well.

I just got back from a sailing trip to Nantucket which was fantastic. Kyle and I got "creased" with his father and uncle, we went to the beach for a little bit, did some sightseeing, a good amount of sailing, eating, and, did I mention drinking? We found Keystone at a local liquor store before we left... not Keystone Light (blue can) or Keystone Ice (black can) but Keystone (red can). I had heard of such a beer, but had never seen nor tasted it. Kyle's dad made fun of us on and off for the entire trip because we bought Keystone. In other news, it was terrible.

I got sunburned, again. This seems to be a trend in my life. Today, my ears are peeling and my face a little bit, as well as my back. I look like a leper. "I'm over it."

I've been dog-sitting since I got back from Nantucket. Julie's dog, Bailey. She's very sweet but tends to whine when I don't give her my undivided attention. And she would have my undivided attention if I didn't decide to try Anna's Taqueria.

I've heard good things about Anna's from people I trust and respect, I've just never made the effort to come out this way and try it. Well, Julie lives about 10 minutes' walk from Anna's, so I figured I'd be stupid not to try it. I went last night for dinner, and I got a chicken burrito. It was good, but I didn't feel like it was special, seeing as how I am spoiled when it comes to Mexican food. Barone, who I trust when it comes to food more than just about anyone else, told me I needed to try the chili verde burrito (he told me this 10 minutes after I ate the chicken burrito last night). So what did I do?

No, I didn't go back immediately. I got a chili verde burrito on the way home from work today, and devoured it immediately upon entering the apartment. Let me tell you, folks, this burrito was heaven in my mouth. It's what dreams are made of. It was both hot and very flavorful, and the only thing that would have completed it would have been a glass of horchata (damn me for not getting it). Either way, the burrito was dime. So good.

My heart will be thanking me for not living out here in the Allston/Brookline area, for I would dine there far too frequently, and would become morbidly obese in a matter of days. Anna's was not as good as some of the Mexican I've had elsewhere, but it was much better than what I've had here in Boston. Next, I have to try El Pelon, which I have heard is superior to Anna's. We shall see.

Tim & Julie's apartment also has the MLB Season Pass on TV, so I've been able to watch a lot of baseball, and, more importantly, some Tigers Baseball. Except, the Tigers have lost 5 in a row, and are playing like they're competing for the bronze medal in the special olympics. All of this talk about what's going to happen in the post-season made me forget: we have to make it to the postseason first. Step it up, enough of this "losing streak" BS. And somebody inject Sheffield with some steroids, please.

I'm going to see the Bourne Ultimatum very soon (hopefully tonight, probably tomorrow). I can't wait. I will hopefully report on that soon.

Other than that - work is work, I'm still poor despite making more money and working more hours, and I'm doing everything I can to spend 0 before the trip to New York and home. 10 days until that vacation begins, and then back to school.

More to come soon, I hope.