Jen and Greg had a fire tonight, so I brought along the journals from my college years, which were dreadful. Tearing out the pages and watching them go up in smoke was satisfying.
I guess the traditional graffiti method of just writing it on the back of the seat wasn’t going to suffice for this person. Also, it’s hard to take a close-up picture on a moving train.
We had a “Zim-B-Q” to celebrate Zim’s visit from far-off New Zealand. I didn’t take nearly as many pictures as I’d planned, I was far too busy catching up with people, like Zim himself and Chris Jackson.