Reagan dies, I eat noodles with broccoli, and the world keeps on turning

Thanks to my newfound celebrity status, the E! channel has decided to profile me in their upcoming "Blog till you Drop" spring break miniseries.

While that is sadly false, it is true that today, Reagan died ala James Dean or Kurt Cobain, I ate the same thing for the second night in a row at Snail (uninspiring pad see ew, if you're curious--hopefully this will not lead to premature death ala Reagan), and Republicans nationwide mourn the lackluster restaurant scene in Hyde Park.