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I woke up to cheering this morning. Of course, it isnt the first time I've had cheering in my bedroom. But ussually it doesn't happen when I'm alone.

Okay... so maybe it does, but it's a personal thing.

The DC marathon was passing my apartment. Those people are sick. Getting up at 7 in the morning and running 26 . Just punch me in the gut and let me go back to sleep.

My landlady is a nut. She's on this trip about me looking like Nicolas Cage. It isn't the first time anyone's told me this. But she is slightly more vocal about it. She has the entire building staff calling me Nick, and I caught her yesterday telling other resident's I don't even know about it when I wasn't there.