Good times, good cigars, good people.

I spent the night with some friends, first drinking at a friend's place and then we moved to a bar and then back to the friend's place. We enjoyed good conversation, Cuban cigars and many Bud Lights. (We're poor, what do you want?) Strangely enough, an argument erupted around 1:30AM as to the nature of psychology -- this is what you get when two psych majors start discussing the field -- and its roots in science. We carried this discussion out of the apartment onto the street around 2AM, where some random person thanked us for not having one of the usual arguments heard at that time and location, which mostly have to do with hitting on women and who owes who money for beer. On my way home, I saw a fight erupt on the street (I don't know the reason why, though I expect it might be one of the above reasons) that the Boston police broke up, it's been awhile since I've seen people take such drunken swings at each other.

Life is looking brighter. Though my bedroom is looking more barren and I anticipate a couple more trips to Connecticut before my move is finished, I expect that I'll be able to move to Los Angeles sooner than I expected -- hopefully by the end of April. My friends here in Boston have told me that I need to come visit them while I'm still living in Connecticut and that I'm welcome to crash at their places.

On to sleep. Tomorrow will be laden with football playoffs and more drunkeness. All in all, I expect it will be enjoyable.