As I sit in my dorm unable to breathe out of my nose I wonder what I have done to deserve this form of cruel punishment.  It comforts me to know I am not alone in my sickness.

As fummer is upon us–that is, the time between summer and fall when the morning chill requires a sweatshirt that later gets soaked in sweat around 1 pm–we shall celebrate the equinox early and in proper autumnal fashion.

Thank God it’s Friday. It’s a miracle that we made it to the weekend. Celebrate with Bwoglines (and a side of Pastor Joel Osteen you’ve never seen before).

It’s 59° Fahrenheit! Combat the cold with my very first Bwoglines!

Gather all ye sleep deprived. Hear my Bwoglines.