I'm in a class this week. It's severely cutting into my internet surfing time! The teacher is burly, has a gruff voice, wears a suit and tie, and has a mullet and a beard. He's from Jersey. He looks like he could be on the Sopranos if it were to take place in the South. I wonder if he drives a Camaro (wait, I used to have one of those...).


Reading: You Don't Need Meat - Peter Cox
Listening to: the click clack of my nails on the keys