do you realize just how difficult it is to bring myself to go back to work (two and a half more days, though!) when I got the especially sunny spot outside Starbucks, South Moon Under is down the street, and I want to go home and pack for the big Columbia Heights move? Hard, okay. These are my first world confessions.
In other news, power at home is back! Finally! Let’s celebrate with showers and the internet!
F. Scott Fitzgerald
My littlest (it’s a word, alright?) brother started his junior year of high school yesterday, which is 1. absolutely insane - when did he grow up? - and 2. the beginning of the end of his social life for the next nine months. Last night, as he ploughed through the 3+ hours of homework he had been assigned on the FIRST DAY (Key School, seriously?), we had a long, likely power cut-induced talk about American fiction. Fitzgerald is still my favorite. So here’s a reblog for that and for the relevance of this in particular.