I am the walrus

Well the weekend sans conversations about education quality was more or less upheld. Friday night turned out to be a wicked night of dancing our legs out. Then I got 3 hours of sleep, drove Danny to the train station so he could trail at an incredible restaurant in the city, and rounded up a small group to go to the farm.

Picking weeds from around raspberry bushes for 2 hours in the rain is much harder on your body than you might anticipate. My entire backside, from the crown of my head to the heels of my feet, is aching. But Lena and I dried off with some Mexican food and hookah at our cigar bar, a sushi dinner in celebration of a friend's birthday and an absolutely mediocre Saturday night out.

Today I woke up and decided I wasn't leaving my bed until someone called me to do something.

Lunch at a thai place at 1:30pm. I don't know if I ever felt so fine with being a waste of space for such a long time.