Tomorrow afternoon has become a designated "apres midi de craft" chez moi. I'm thinking making cards, I'm thinking glitter, I'm thinking doilies, I'm thinking me and Maria making a quiche. Oh, and glue. Liquid glue for the glitter. This has all the makings of some sort of Delta Psi activity, except for the quiche and the being in France part.

e, dahling, the capelet thing? Was a joke. And really, capelets should be a part of everyone's wardrobe. They're simply little capes, often knitted or made out of wool. I swear I don't look like some sort of cracked-out superhero when I wear it. Well, at least a really fashionable cracked-out superhero.

Everyone, send me your addresses. Surprises may be coming in the mail. But remember that I'm far away, so they'll take a while. Plus it's me, and I'm totally late with everything. Don't you know that by now?

Because of some iPod trauma, Babak (one of the students) had to put a large portion of his music collection on my computer for a while. Of course I took some. But this is that good part of taking other people's things, because it's memory music. Last night the Jack Johnson so strongly convinced me that I was back on 2nd Johnson senior semester that I started to cry missing everyone so much. But I like Jack too much to turn it off, so I tempered it down with some high-school-senior-year-esque Beastie Boys, Intergallactic, to be precise. That made it better, but still, e? Save me a cup of coffee cause I'll come back sometime.