I am not in the picture both literally and metaphorically. One, because I took the picture and two, because the party goes on, and I am already home.
I feel like an asshole, skipping the real party. But, by my recent calculation I have 249 pages to somehow read for tomorrow's classes. How the hell is that possible? I am especially irked that 110 of those pages are for a one credit class that was supposed to be "fun".
So I'll put this one on the record:
High point of the day, without a doubt:
Dancing in the Jeep with Shelley to the Jackson 5 at the train stop waving to the passengers on the way to the Swifts.
Happy Birthday to a very wonderful friend. Wish I was still there.
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