Mom likes to talk at me when I’m trying to work. A month or two ago, she was asking if I wanted to go see Mary Poppins in Philly with her and Daddy.…Read more
In other not-unrelated news, I have decided I’m going to start arbitrarily blaming all problems in my life on my complete and total lack of circadian rhythm.
(Pretty sure that assessment will be 95% accurate anyways.)…Read more