BHL tours America; I seek out the #171 bus...

Woke up far too early, in an attempt to get in some last-minute syllable-counting and verb-conjugating before the early classes. When I have more time, I'll be taking another look at this. BHL is the new Tocqueville, apparently.

It's a rainy day here in Chicago, which means I'll (finally!) be breaking out the silly hat (Gap, $7, black, shiny, blogged about it before but can't be bothered to find the link). That is, if I find a way to remove myself from this chair, which, on four hours of sleep, seems oh so comfortable...