It was my father's birthday yesterday, I called him and sang him Happy Birthday and he actually had the nerve to say, "Who is this?" Daddy, you jerk. I went by to see him later though and we sat in the law school conference room eating croissants with tea. He had this empty box and he was hurling it at the trash can repeatedly, missing it EVERY time. Basically my father was throwing a box around a room with three-hundred year old books and paintings and at that brilliant moment the Dean of Yale Law School, one Harold Koh, decided to walk through the door.
BEST MOMENT EVAR!
Also, the fic-of-doom is almost finished. Good Lord. It's going to be ridiculous.