i've found myself more worked up about david foster wallace's death than i have any right to be. it's caused me no end of reflection, and i've come to some decisions about what i want to be doing with my time when i'm not corralling youngsters.
so. i guess that's it for now. i'm going to try to get the fucking final disc of dexter (season 2) to fucking work so i can fucking watch it, then hit the sack.
more posts to come. i'm sure someone is waiting with baited breath.