On the last night of the weirdest summer of my life I would like to say, "STRINGER BELL IS DEAD."
That goes out to you, Dad. Tonight was Inspector Lynley, and pizza night. Could it get any better?
Really. I'll be driving back east for a Sunday morning arrival in my dorm starting tomorrow morning. Tomorrow's highlights include a visit to Uncle Hoagie-Free-Zone's house, which I have not yet seen but greatly anticipate, and the beginnings of my re-read of Daniel Deronda for Master Awesome's class.
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