i'm pooped.

michael was supposed to get here between 9 and 9:15 this morning, so we could go to the international spy museum. he got here at 9:30, because, apparently, he woke up at 9.

the trip there was rather uneventful. drove to west falls church, got on the metro... got off the metro, walked to the museum... went through part of the museum, and it was already past 12:30. hmmm... hungry. went through the rest of the museum... was nearly 3. or past 3. or something like that.

had popeyes (pope? yes!) for "lunch," and then got back on the metro... which stank. sooo bad. the nationals game had let out about the same time, and the train was filled with people that had been sitting in the hot sun all day. beyond that, though, were four obnoxious, pubescent boys, most of which took up more than their share of space.

at first, i was too distracted to notice the group ("no, michael, you do not ride the metro hanging from the ceiling"), but... "HEY! I LIKE THE HOKIES! DO YOU GO TO VIRGINIA TECH?" <sigh> i told matt not to wear his orange effect shirt. after a while of matt ignoring the guy (the fat one in the group), i heard "VIRGINIA TECH SUCKS!" yeah, way to change your story. you like us? you hate us? oh, sucking up didn't work, so now you don't like us... because we didn't like you. good.

they also displayed lovely amounts of intelligence... "hold your breath! we're going to run out of air!" "there are no stupid questions, just stupid people..." (coming from... oh...) they sniffed themselves... yes, stinky. yes, it's you. they tried to blame it amongst themselves. and by amongst themselves, i mean the fat one tried to blame it on each of his buddies. i'll take a gander at who the stink was coming from...

now i'm collapsed in the apartment... an in a little while... dinner at home. aah... time to go do some laundry before that.

pooped.