hola!

.... is how I answer my phone these days.

I got the job at the Philadelphia campus, cleaning and other such mindless chores.
I am still waiting to hear about London.
I am very bored because it's Easter break and no one's here.
But on the other hand, I don't know anyone I would talk to had everyone been here.
Tra la la la la was how Stephen's mother sang in Joyce's Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man and I will imitate starting now.