It’s now minus six. Or twenty-one in that crazy Fahrenheit talk.
Help me!
It’s now minus six. Or twenty-one in that crazy Fahrenheit talk.
Help me!
What is wrong with this benighted country? It’s snowing! It’s April. Spring in this poxy hemisphere. It’s warmer back home in Sydney where it’s Autumn. I hates it! Snow!!! Aaaargghh!!!!!!
In other news John Green is silly with his friends over here. I knew they didn’t get any actual writing done when they got together. Now there’s proof.
I’m interviewed by E. Lockhart and reveal that I cannot write song lyrics.
And, um, it’s still snowing. I’m going back to bed. Wake me when the snow’s gone.