Things have changed since I dropped off the face of the earth.  The superficial: I’ve taken up aerobics, which is brilliant.  I’m too busy feeling ridiculous to notice how tired I am.  My instructor favors absurd sequences of flailing movements, which I execute gracelessly but with great enjoyment.  I think there’s some kind of skillset involved in aerobics, some ability to pick up weird, unintuitive movements quickly.  I have made no progress on picking up these skills, but my sense of shame has been eroded entirely.  Otherwise, everything seems to be coming my way: nationals for mock trial are in two weeks, which is terrifying, and my grades need rescuing.  Meanwhile, I’ve developed an impressive and persistent lung cough.  For a while there, I lost my voice and sounded like I’d been smoking for years, which had the unexpected result of people seeming to pay more attention to what I had to say.

A song I like, and where you can get it: Rehab by Amy Winehouse.

I failed the Arial or Helvetica quiz.  I am not a true designer!  I have been shaking my fist from the sidelines of the Arial vs. Helvetica struggle for ages, but though I am squarely on the side of Helvetica, I don’t own it.  I would like to, but the concept of paying for things runs counter to my ideals.