it's british spring, ya'll. bizarre that it can be dated precisely to last wednesday, when all of a sudden there were daffodils everywhere and all the trees were in bloom and it was 65 degrees. 65 degrees. glory!
i've three deadlines on friday. which seems a bit much, right?
meggie's informed me that she's been appointed a crossing guard at the school where she works. may this hilarifying image will sustain us all for weeks to come.
steven's review of the dallas buyer's club: 'you're watching matthew mcconaughey be skinny and act...'
that is, i think, all of the gossip for now.