"there's a dyslexic man who sold his soul to santa..."

- Garrison Keiller

I confess to nothing except being in a good mood today.

Sorry my posts have been so long lately. And also they've been angsty. But today is just a brief note. And what is it a note to say, you may ask? Well. First off, Matt had a birthday! He did, in fact, live to be 21. Did he get wasted? I have no idea. Call him up and ask him, in totally indignant tones (and be as loud as possible, just in case he did, in fact, get drunk, and you can be the first person to intentionally aggravate his first hangover).

I said "first," so there should also be a "second," but I forgot what it was going to be.

Oh! Happy J-term Break.

Trentadue giorno to l'Italia

"A veterinarian's and a taxidermist's. . . either way, you'll get your dog back."
- Garrison Keiller