I'm home right now for the rest of the week of Spring Break. I'm sorry I haven't been in touch with those of you in Vancouver recently to put together plans to meet up, as I have been busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest1. If you wanna get in touch, drop me a line.
But the real reason I'm writing anything down now when I should really be sleeping is that every time I fly home for a holiday, I always forget whether or not I packed a towel, and end up bringing an extra towel back to Berkeley. So this is a written reminder to myself, on the only thing that I read every day2, that no, you did not bring a towel, so don't bring any more towels back to Berkeley.
Also, you should probably buy a couple of new towels when you do get back to Berkeley, as they really aren't that expensive and yours are starting to look kind of sad. I hear Target has towels.
1. I stole that from Regan.
2. What, I'm a good writer, okay. Sue me.