Owing to my locked-out 9 a.m. bedtime, I woke up at the timely hour of 6 p.m. and promptly began worrying about my Political Ecology paper, due the next day. Sabrina and I shared an all-night writing session immersed in jazz, the end result being a mostly complete paper on hydraulic fracturing, the realization that the deadline is flexible, and some delicious cracker/olive oil/mozzarella snacks. (The second batch, anyway. The first cohort broiled until they were black, but sacrifices must be made for the greater good.)
Quotes of the day:
"I feel like a cookie." - Sabrina
"Next year, can we get a power drill?..." - me
On Iris' cupcakes...
Me: "There are more of them...which I am going to try to obtain."
Alaric: "Make an offensive play on those."
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