Numbers.

A numerical explanation of where I've been for the past 17 days.

3 - the number of photography classes I have taken so far at Ritz Camera in Boston

2 - the number of these classes that were completely pointless ("How to take your camera out of the box," "how to press the button," "how to look through the viewfinder please save me sweet Jesus.")

3 - the number of doctor's appointments I have had

90 - the number of dollars I have paid in copayments for said doctor's appointments

5 - the number of times I have taken the commuter rail again

5 - the number of times my commute has been awesome

273 - the number of books I have on my goodreads.com profile

2 - the number of books I have read in the past 17 days (Laika and Special Topics in Calamity Physics)

8 - the number of baseball games I have watched on hi-def TBS (3 Red Sox, 2 Colorado, and 3 Yankees)

2 - the number of times I have wondered aloud just who the man with the dog on his lap in the front row of the Colorado Rockies stadium is. I still have no answer for this. I will find out during the NLDS, I assure you.

1 - the number of first round Red Sox playoff games I passed up 2 tickets to. It was only a gem thrown by Josh Beckett. No big deal. I have no regrets.

4 - the number of people it takes to hang a 46" television on the wall. 2 men to hold it up, 1 lady to screw the wires in, and 1 more lady to fret in the corner that the television is going to end up on the ground.

3 - the number of dishes I baked this weekend: apple crisp (ridiculously good), chocolate pudding cake (I effed up the eggs, not so good), and peanut butter brownies (from a box, all jazzed up).

1 - the number of pasta dishes I cooked that just about blew me away because they were so good and I couldn't believe I made it myself. Sans artichokes, natch.

6 - number of people (in total) that went to see the ridiculously awesome So You Think You Can Dance live show in Manch-Vegas, New Hampshire

Unknown - the number of times I squealed like a teenager for Pasha! And his pants!

12 - the hour of the night at which we arrived home from said Manch-Vegas, on a work night no less. I am an old fogie.

2 - the number of movies starring Seth Rogen I saw - Knocked Up and Superbad

1 - the number of movies starring Seth Rogen that didn't suck (Knocked Up is so overrated. Like, not that funny. Nor that shocking. Stoners are still considered funny? Is this the late 90s? Vaginas are funny? Shrewish older sisters and pussy-whipped dudes are funny? Sorry, my mistake.)

1 - the number of Seth Rogen skits that were funny on Saturday Night Live this past weekend (the Muppet one, wish I had a link!)

2 - the number of evenings (counting this one) that I have free in the next 10 days...

1 - the number of second round Red Sox playoff games I didn't pass up tickets to (game 2 this Saturday night) -- I hope to have pictures for you all!