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This morning there were people either singing or chanting within earshot of my apartment. When I woke up I wasn't positive if it had actually happened, but Jeff confirms it. Freaks.

Eastlake is having a party this weekend! It's apparently all about what's uniquely Eastlake, although so far all that I can figure out that's different from other neighborhoods is that we don't have a grocery store or a Starbucks.

Ms. International Travel Job came by today to tell me that she lost my email and to get it again. So maybe I'm still in the race.