the king starts wondering about fondue.
felicitations. my roommate is now about seven years old. oh, the eternal bane of being a leap year girl!
on another note, the neighbors down the hall are starting up some sort of fondue evening, and they've sent me an invite. I think they think we're a married couple. it's probably going to be a group of terribly grown-up people. so, ethics advisors, what do you think? is it worth it to carry on an elaborate ruse (fraud, sham, deception, imposture, etc) all for the worthy cause of melted cheese and wine, and heavenly recherche combinations thereof? I could probably deal with that kind of pretending if it has that kind of pay-off.
because, yes, despite all appearances to the contrary, and for the record: yes, I am single. tying the knot is definitely not on the agenda. [...] doing the lesson plans for next week is, though. hm.
jake, neil, thanks. shiny presents. obviously this means you must shell out when mine comes up in august.