Seeing as I got in an argument with my dental hygienist about House Bill 2, I’m kinda glad to be back on campus.
If there’s such thing as a mid-life crisis, then surely other smaller segments of life contain mid-crises.
The sidewalk in front of Ackland Art Museum is officially back open, producing a general sigh of relief from all who were inconvenienced by the detour over the past few months.
I look at my watch. 4 p.m. Time for practice. Well, it would be time for practice. Damn.