So? I don’t know if anyone noticed, but there is a new visitor to the northern hemisphere and his name? It’s Mr. Sun!

I love spring. All the best things happen in spring.

For some reason I can’t get “Hotel Yorba” out of my head. And I can’t stop dancing around while I sing it to myself.

In between watching Gilmore Girls.

And not writing my essay.

I think the name for this is “spring fever.”

The other name is “three essays left.”

All they got inside is vacancy

I’ve got to go read some Foucault.