It is 5:11. I have to be back at The Institution (Krannert, obvi) in 49 minutes. I'm sick of how predictable it is. Do I have to go see Hamlet? (Yes.) Oh, okay. If you insist...

I might eat all of Annah's soy hot dogs. I'm a fan.

Currently, I'm reading a book for fun. Water for Elephants. Ever heard of it? I'm liking it so far except it's blatantly obvious that the main character, though a man, was written by a woman. Because he says funny things about peens that I notice and you notice, but I feel like men don't notice. Or maybe they do. But it's also clear that the woman who wrote it is not 93 like the protagonist. Oh well.

I have a huge craving to play Dar Williams on my ukulele. But I left it at Ron's house. Oops.

Peace out, mofos.