We owe it to each other to tell stories.

This blog is a strange thing, particularly when considered with its relationship to the rest of my week. You see, throughout my week, I see and do all sorts of strange, wonderful, dreadful, or at least marginally anecdote-worthy things. Yet, when I sit down to write on the blog, as of course I am doing right now, I can't help but think that a thousand tiny stories have come and gone from my busy little head over the last seven days, a few of which I would have liked to share.
I suppose I'll have to stick to the big stories, for now. Let's start with the track meet.

What Have I Done?

I fell asleep trying to read an essay on Food Ethics after my Zumba class at around 9 pm and just woke up a few minutes ago.

Injury #2

I gotz da homework to do's so this shall be short.

"Dumbledore’s man through and through, aren’t you, Potter?"

Well.  What a week.  I feel like I just posted, but an entire week has gone by.

The South Will Rise Again

Look at how pissed off all the fans are. I love it.

Now is the Winter of Our Discontent?

So it's cold here, yeah?

Dobro Utro!