I was going to post and tell you all about the fantastic weekend I had with Dad Pony coming to visit and taking me to a Cubs game and to the symphony. But then I had a seven-hour (well, six hours and a dinner break) marathon Ethnographic Methods class, during which I gave a book report and another presentation, and I'm too tired to do anything but my Hebrew homework and fall into bed.

As my Florida friend would say: Yarr.