TIP Into the Abyss

Last night I dreamed we had Ohio. My brain is mean.

Have mixed feelings about Gracie going to TIP (sorry, Aunt Carrie, I somehow managed to miss that post until about 5 minutes ago). The maturity level of the average 13-year-old TIP kid rounds out to about 5. I say this with utter certainty, having lived on a campus overrun by the little buggers all last summer. Obviously, Clarke genes make us more mature than the average person (HA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHA! oh man, I crack me up.), so it might get kinda old kinda fast for her. Also, I won't be there this summer...unless I get an internship at the NC Museum of Art or somesuch.

Meh, don't listen to me. I'm just bitter because I hate large groups of preteens (and they're EVERYWHERE come summer). She'd have fun, and Duke is awesome. You could come visit and see campus. You'd have to come visit and see campus, come to think of it. Hurrah! And then she would be able to make up pennames and write to the New York Times!

Sounds like a plan.

I had more stuff to write about. I think I was going to complain about Republicans. Whee. Well, we all know how that was going to turn out, so I can forgo it.