Return of the Mac

(Tell me you remember that song.)

I AM BACK!

I have never loved Texas so much. I have a room, and a bathtub, and no flourescent lights, and a motherfucking bed. And puppies.
What the hell.

Oxford was many things, especially Oxford-loving. And scholarly. And suffocating, and amazing as well.

So I feel rather like a new person. However, my mother is already freaking-the-fuck-out about preparations for Iowa, so there is a latent fear inside me that this feeling will not last. Let's hope it does.


Call me.