I'm in a weird funk lately -- not happy, not sad, just ... holding. Thusly, the blog suffers while my existential bullshit angst works itself out.
Luckily, it is sunny and warm in Beantown, and my peeps and I made the inaugural trip to fro-yo. Now, normally, I am not a fro-yo fan, but there is some mysterious thing they do at this shop in Wellesley. There's hardly any fat or sugar in it, yet it still tastes good. Kinda like cold, whipped air. Tasty.
And in other news, today is Pam's 30th birthday. She is massively old, so pity her today whilst you go about your business. Which reminds me ... I got some things to do.
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