Seriously, it’s just about 60°F (so 15°C, give or take). I am so flippin’ stoked, you don’t even know.
So I’ve been working a lot lately, but not enough to excuse the lack of updates. At the end of April, there’s going to be a poetry slam at the coffeeshop down the street. There’s usually one every few months during the school year, and I actually might participate this time. A while ago, I wrote a vent-y letter to my mother (unsent, of course), and I want to turn that into something. I’ll keep you updated.