A reviewer called my Katrina stuff "hauntingly beautiful." very exciting.

So after missing my flight this morning (first time I've ever missed a flight) because I was an idiot and took the A-train uptown instead of downtown (I should know that by now...), and getting on every standby list possible...I am finally home. Allie is at her march of the living meeting, my parents are at something, and my brothers and sisters are putting their kids to bed/I can't get over there. So I'm eating hummus alone in my kitchen and trying to get up the energy to do my laundry.