A four day weekend is all well and good, but really it just gives me extra time to become brain dead, therefore it takes extra time to get back into a thinking and working place. Today especially was an extremely sundayish Tuesday and I am brainnnn dead. Somehow I thought trying to work with only one arm on my glasses would be effective, but it's sort of just making me feel like, kind of drunk, for lack of a better word. I can't see straight and I can't concentrate. I didn't really do any work this weekend at all and I think the film I shot in Boston and Salem is probably ruined. It was only one roll anyway and it was the camera's fault (the film tore during rewind, I thought it was rewound and opened the back, I'm hoping something will be salvagable, because I felt really on with my shooting this weekend and it's depressing to think of that all being gone).
The weekend was restful. Friday night I went out in Cambridge with Evan and a friend of his and good ol' Frye. We had fun with live music and pool. I like Boston soo much when Evan drives and I don't have to know where I'm going. I was so excited to be in the city, I was entirely full of glee. I was so gleeful that seeing a rat near the Fenway T stop only added to my glee. I was like AWESOME A RAT! I LOVE THE CITY!
Salem is quite a place. The whole halloween thing had commenced this weekend....crowds and crowds of weirdos in downtown Salem. On the commuter rail back to Salem on saturday morning I sat behind a bunch of kids dressed up like harry potter-ites. I was sort of like, um, what does Harry Potter have to do with the Salem witch trials? Potter is pro-witch. It was weird. Dan and I did brave the crowds on Saturday to go to the Peabody-Essex Museum (It's pronounced PEE-bid-ee. I know.) which is a great museum showing off artifacts from Salem's past as a major port and trading center. I love maritime crap, I really do.

In conclusion, life is complicated and sometimes it really wears me out, even vacations.