Wow. If the universe is a kitchen and the world is a stovetop, then my life is a warm, frothing saucepan of irony. College is hard. Seriously. They expect you to notice little things. Little things like the difference between Invisible Man and The Invisible Man. The latter is by H.G. Wells and is really quite entertaining and has been read by me. It is only 150 pages. The former, by Ralph Ellison, is slightly longer (600 pages) and slightly less read by me. Sadly, though, it is the one that I was unknowingly assigned.

I would say that I am going to kill myself, but that's a pretty hackneyed path to follow. Way too emo. Instead, I'll just kill you.

Also, prints will be available for a number of things in my gallery just as soon as I get back to my room in Portland with my glorious high speed connection.

Until then stay safe, drink your milk, and be back in time for dinner.