I provide you with two (TWO!) photos of actual evidence of my socks saying ‘bring on the barefoot season already!‘. And of course, in true sock style, the holes never appear until I am *at* work, walking around with no shoes on. Never. So disappointing.

I just totally ordered a pile of donairs from Truro to be delivered to my office tomorrow. Somehow this feels wrong, but I am almost looking forward to their arrival. Even though I hate donair meat. Why couldn’t we have wanted lobster?

Kat posted some photos of the Matt Mays show we all caught Monday night. For a change, Zaphod’s was jam packed, bursting at the seams (with a huge lineup out fron tto get in. Good thing I scrounged my freebie tickets last week), and full of hipsters trying to get their hands on Matt. It [...]