I really want to know where it is we're going to be heading on the HILL trip, now that Portugal has been effectively ruled out by the annoying stupidity of one George Dubya. If it's somewhere interesting, and worthwhile, like Puerto Rico or the Southwest, I'll go. But if we wind up taking a bus trip down to Appalachia to do some sort of service project that I could very well do here at home--for less than fifteen hundred dollars--I'm not going to go. And let's not even think about the awful specter of Canada. I haven't worked and saved these past six months to be screwed into some stupid vacation that I could take with my friends on a long weekend.

Fitz is wearing a red polka dot bow tie today. I wonder if he knows Tacky Day was yesterday?