So Sunday had gone roughly like this:

Seethe. Seethe. Seethe. Quick thi-- "WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! ... Topher, you idiot!"

And then silence.

That had been at least twelve hours ago by now, though, and to say that Peter was feeling a little cranky about being tied to this chair for twelve hours a week after he was supposed to return to Haiti for ( Read more... )