I may just keep playing Basia Bulat until I no longer feel the need to wear a coat in my office at school. It’s cold in here folks. And I’m officially in grading jail. Oh mid-terms, you are so sneaky, sneaky. Also, I want to go to whatever carnivalesque forest party is happening here. It may be the only way out of grading jail, or interlibrary loan abuse jail, another space I’m about to occupy. Again.