The perks of staying in.

That's me, stumbling around with a case of the giggles. Just another Thursday night at 51, thank goodness. Sometimes, living here is more than alright.

I didn't realize until this year that when you go out and try to find a decent party to crash, you miss things like a rerun of Hugh Jackman hosting SNL with musical guest Mick Jagger. Heaven on earth, people.

OH MY GOD THE JARRET'S ROOM SKETCH IS STARTING. It's supposed to take place at Hampshire, you know? After ignoring a few factual details, I realized that Horatio Sanz's character looks like every single lovable stoner here. So basically everyone here.

In other Hampshire-y news, one of my professors played a video montage of World War One doctor W.H.R. Rivers set to that Sarah McLachlan song from the ASPCA ads that I always have to change the channel during. Yup. My professor is a fangirl for a World War One doctor, and so I had to sit through a montage of pictures and video clips from the biopic set to a song that usually accompanies sick kittens. I have a Pavlovian response to it. It makes me reach for a remote. But there was no remote. So I just had to sit uncomfortably while stifling a case of inappropriate giggles. You can't make this shit up. Even if you're a creative writing concentrator.