On the way back from easter food at home (MUSHROOMS AND ONIONS AHHHH slurpmmm) I ran into Guy. I'd forgotten how comforting his hugs are, even when I didn't realize I needed comfort. Comforting, comfortable, comfort-laden. Guy is a comfortable person. I intend to see more of him than I have been, which is almost none since ItW has been over. We discussed the grammar of ASL and the vagaries of Richard Wagner before our respective homework loads drew us to part ways.
Now it is time for program notes.
Now it is time for program notes.