I’m back at school. My room is double the square footage of last year’s 87-square-foot closet. The kitchen is in the same building, which is convenient. The oven in this kitchen does not have a timer. Tell me that’s not a safety hazard in a dorm of absent-minded undergraduates. Go on, tell me people are responsible.
For the first time in a long time (OK, maybe four years), I had a holiday weekend where I could come back to work and say, ZOMG, I had an awesome holiday weekend! if anyone cared to ask. Usually when you say you had a better-than-average one, people don’t want to listen (or they don't have time).
