Last night, I wrapped up a two-day open house for admitted grad students to my department. I’m really glad that’s over. Handling events makes me very nervous. The whole thing seemed to make my hair frizz to astonishing heights.
Also, the people in my department can really put ’em back. I’m actually a little nervous to show my boss the receipts on Monday.
In any case, me and the sister-in-law are going to meet Sara G for yoga in a little bit. Joining us will be this gigantic pimple that I have on my chin. His name’s Fred. Yeah, okay, nevermind. Apparently people crossing the Liberty Bridge think it’s an awesome idea to drive into oncoming traffic and cause traffic jams on an otherwise lovely Saturday morning. And to think the state won’t give me a driver’s license.