Last night I dreamt of taking innumerable Irish car bombs, never getting drunk and blocking off the exit to West Ashley via arson (I'm not sure what I torched, but it was something). (The exit to West Ashley is actually a bridge, but it was an exit in my dreams.... however, the Waffle House was still there.)

Now: making Valentines for my students, thinking of a Valentine BINGO game, listening to the Modern Lovers. I bought my 8 year-olds inflatable whistles! Pretty cool, huh?

Earlier, I applied for teaching fellowships in Philly, Texas, and Chicago. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...

And I'm so glad I'm not in Brooklyn right now. In Charleston, I can barely see my breath! (What is it about the weather?)