Nestled back in the loving embrace of the Orange Bubble, I spent last night vigorously in denial that classes start today. I had my first this morning, but the best (hopefully) is yet to come with my Dublin English class this afternoon.
At any rate, I present you with two of the fruits of last night's labor:
Cole Porter rocks.

The following refers to my theory (doubtless to be expounded on this blog at a later date) that Homicide Detective Tim Bayliss's haircut fluctuates to the extent that it does because it is a physical manifestation of his inner turmoil.