singer in a smoky room

I’ll have you know that I am very wound-up today. I just wrote an essay about puffins, and it had no fewer than 20 exclamation points. I really like puffins. Anyway! Last night, I had to work late to do an upgrade, and was stunned to realize upon leaving the office that the sun was nowhere to be found. Stupid ...

also mustang sally.

OK SO! I already know I’m going to be too busy tomorrow to write, so I am going to do the weekend recap while it is still fresh in my non-work-scrambled brain. And just because they’re sexy: bullets! Friday, we booked our flight to Vegas. Six of us. Second weekend in January. It is going to be the most ridiculously ...

i can’t help it, i just really like seamen.

I almost forgot to update before setting sail on the S.S. Weekend! (I may be a little obsessed with the cruise in March, by the way. You’ll only be hearing about it for the next four months, sailors.) Last night, I did indeed manage to do all my home-things, after attending a very brief happy hour with Kirby at Kieran’s. ...

therefore, i have come here to get lost

Pretty sure I’m going to die of tired today. It’s a gorgeous day to do it, though. Last eveningtide, Matt and I had dinner at Salsa a la Salsa, a restaurant I regularly forget 1) exists, and 2) has really excellent food. My enchilada reminded me that I currently have all the ingredients for such at home, and if do ...