you'll be making out with a witch in a coffee truck

Umm. Would've drunk blogged last night but no interwebs at the new crib, alas. We did something called power hour last night on the front porch and I had never heard of it and I thought it was a gospel church kinda thing but no. Since it seems to be big at Syracuse, I assume Vitriola has heard of it. And, like, my brother. But anyway, I find that really bad beer goes down far more easily if you do it in shots.

Am knitting legwarmers. They are neverending.