Ah, coffee ... it is the nectar of the Gods.

The peeler wants to come stay with me another week. WEEK. A week of me feeding him, being locked out of my bedroom (you can't imagine me letting him stay in the guest room with the computer, can you??) and cleaning up after him, with no social benefits? Uh, no.

My favorite waiter/architect person in the whole world wrote today from Tokyo (where he's interning) and send a link to a FABULOUS article about the huge shift in politics in America. Check it out here.