Today's far too gorgeous to be working on either of my papers, let alone spend in Draenor or Azeroth. After pushing the party line at Spring Saturday, I took the long way home. Past the cherry blossoms in Newark, hitting Jersey City for Ibby's to take to my roof. But it was closed, periol was off at work, and I couldn't get a hold of anyone else from Jersey City. Armed only with tacos from a JC joint (Ayn Rand, Nietzsche, Tolstoy, and Castañeda in the bookshelf), I'm about to hit my roof for a while.
If you shout up, I'll let you in, and make you a margarita.