Second aorist endings suck balls. But I wrote fic.

Being the brilliant person that I am, I stayed up till 2:30 in the morning to write fic. Yeah, I know, I'm so screwed.

Off the top of my head, I decided that this Grace-in-college thing will have 11 installments. It will be a semi-related series of vignettes that are probably not in chronological order. Still unbeta-ed because, dude, TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING, and I usually end up making more changes after I post it somewhere. Which is why it's actually better to read the almost-final copy (complete with footnotes!) on my website. I gave my website a makeover, by the way. It now has color. Color! No, I did not renovate my website just so I can stick pictures of Amber Tamblyn everywhere, but that was indeed an incentive.

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Just for the record, I know nothing about cold, geography of the eastern United States, or Jewish holidays. Please suspend your disbeliefs for the time being, and close the fucking window.