I'm at my parents' house in Virginia for spring break, so I won't be posting until next weekend. I left most of my work at school, so for the next few days I'll be sleeping in and lounging and trying not to let the ominous feeling in the back of my throat turn into a fever.
After dinner we watched Errol Morris' Gates of Heaven, a documentary about pet cemeteries. Mom: "too slow." Dad: doesn't watch movies. Me: "an expression of the necessity of critical (animal) theory."
