My little buckeroos and buckerettes: Updates will be sparse until Saturday or so as the Moms is in town and we’re going to GO CRAZY NEW YORK STYLE. Which is to say, scout some galleries and such. It’s a wild time, I’m telling you. In the meantime, comfort yourselves that shirts are shipping (finally) this week and you’ll have them in your moist clutches before you know it.

You people are obsessed with this sandwich, I swear - understandably so. I’m getting a lot of mail suggesting additions (grilled mushrooms are an excellent idea although I’d probably forego the lime in that case) and substitutions (raw green beans instead of the snap peas is something I’ll definitely have to try). Seriously, knock yourselves out - if it fits on the bread and doesn’t taste like ass, go for it.

Rabbit’s post today strikes close to home; I, too, am incapable of leaving my house without being overequipped for at least the next week or so. I got this new bag for Christmas, and it’s a really excellent bag except that it’s finally big enough to hold everything I want to carry, which is to say it’s about three times as much room as is necessary for everything I need to carry. I’ve tried switching to smaller bags. Believe me, I have. When I clomp up my stairs to my apartment after my last lecture of the day and my back is hurting from that infernal bag and my feet are sore for the same reason, I swear up and down to clean it the fuck out and bring only the absolute minimimun I need to not die. But it never happens. I end up with notebooks and textbooks, sure, but then also a couple of novels and hey toss in the latest Granta and you never know whether you’ll want Penguin mints or gum or those horrible Listerine breath things so you might as well bring all three, and a can of Jolt in case you get drowsy before class and don’t forget fifty pens in case forty nine get lost or run out of ink and MY GOD WHERE’S MY EXTRA TOOTHBRUSH. Friends grabbing my bag for me from coat check counters always marvel at its impossible, pendulous weight. "What the hell is in this thing? Do you even have any classes today? Why don’t you just carry your wallet and keys?" As if. They’ll be sorry one day when they’re caught with the sniffles and don’t have a wide variety of tissue and napkin options available for mid-movie nose wiping, or when that cute chick on the downtown 6 asks for a piece of gum BUT THEY ONLY HAVE MINTS. Suckers.