Last night, there was a strange mix in the air of: awkward jokes, a fear I was turning into a stereotype, a momentary fear that I was speaking a different language than everyone else I know, I nice pep talk, a mouse running around all willy-nilly, a Bat Mitzvah in gold shoes, cinamon cake, a chance meeting with a large group of students, more awkward jokes, mistaken identity, a glitter baby boot, and discussion about whether or not anyone ever tattooed underwear on themselves. So far, I don’t think so.

I had weird dreams last night and went for my dream dictionary this morning and found this funny pic of myself at around three-ish tucked in the book. Do enjoy this sweet haircut, which I suspect I might have done myself: