Hot damn, made it to Capitol Hill without even getting elected!

Well, readers, all five of you will be pleased to hear that the name of this blog will soon be changed, out of necessity, to "The D.C. Sessions," because I've found a place. When the Post Classifieds failed me, Craigslist was there. Took me all of four days to find a cool girl looking for a roommate, meet up, and agree to move in, probably starting on November 1st. Yeah!

So all of the last post's melancholy is now dissipated. Of course, that means I have very little motivation to keep writing at the moment.

One thing, though: do women not understand the meaning of a hand held in front of the chest with the palm facing in? Because for men, it's universally understood to mean, "Let's shake hands like the cool couple of platonic friends we are." My new roommate, upon my making that gesture as we were saying goodbye, interpreted it to mean, "Let's hug." Which was a little wierd, but not a big deal, so long as I didn't come off the same way through no fault of my own. All I'm saying is ladies, you've got to learn our gesticular vocabulary if we're ever to understand each other - but perhaps that would take some of the fun out of life.

Any comments on this point would be welcome.

One more thing: if any of you hate the Yankees, or just find it funny that someone would find it funny to compare a baseball team to the Nazis, check out my other blog: http://yankeesuberalles.blogspot.com.