I spent the weekend in Pennsylvania, on a ski trip.

Jesu Christi, never again. Never again. I can honestly say I have never been so miserable in my life. It was a windy, subzero evening, for one thing. I'd never so much as touched a ski before, for another.

But aside from the skiing part, I enjoyed myself immensely. Spent some quality time in the condo with another smart girl, had the usual assortment of idiosyncratic incidents with the stagecraft lot, played in the snow like the simple soul I am. I even took pictures, which I haven't done for some time. Still need to develop the ones from graduation, now that I think about it.

On another note, I'm now treasurer of PRISM. And historian. And quasi-secretary. I need to draw up a budget proposal for tomorrow, something I've never had to do. IB English teaches you all about existentially homoerotic innuendo, but never breathes a word about how to write things that might actually matter. The department of finances doesn't need someone who can whip up a recondite essay on negative capability, blast it.

So, yes. Hi once again. I am alive and I am in the process of relearning how to write. This may take a little while.

Adieu.