i'm home! tommy picked me out of the 125 middle schoolers crowding the baggage claim, cabbed me home and made me a burrito. you don't get this kind of boyfriend service in chicago, i tell you.
i blogged on the flight over. and by blogged, i mean "scrawled an incoherent screed on the back few pages of my book, which was the only writing surface i had available." believe it or not, i STILL have one final due tomorrow at noon, but if i get that done, i will faithfully type up my nonsensical words for you.