Update

Yesterday it was like 80 degrees, and I went to a Wordsworth party. The day before I hung out with sailing officials and got a "beer rating" ("double-handed novice"). Being financially sensible, I'm missing the Irvine MFA prom, which I'm sad about, and instead spending Sunday watching a marathon of some Canadian mystery show that K Dub and L are obsessed with. I don't feel like doing any work. I REALLY don't feel like doing any work. Maybe I will buy some papers online.

By the way: for the past couple of weeks I have been feeling unusually phone-averse. I mean, I hate the phone anyway, always have. But I miss you. So don't think that I don't encourage any and all drunk dials, texts, emails, and/or carrier pigeons.