nah pop, no style

Hi! I was shut down by the flu for a few days. Long enough to greatly delay the things that are due to you, which include: a quick review of The Green Mango, a quick review of Frida and Under Byen, and . . . that’s about it, because I don’t really remember the weekend, unless you want a quick review of bits and pieces of fever dreams, and/or of the sensation of not really being able to convince yourself of who and where you are, even though you know these things.

Here’s the thing: right now I’m gonna clean up my room a little and probably go to bed early since I have to get up early to stop by campus before work, so I’ll probably leave you hanging on those for a tiny bit longer until I feel it. Talk amongst yourselves. Thanks.

PS — is that post title so punny that it actually is incomprehensible? Just checking.