In Cuba, every drink has a straw

So there it is. Overtanned, overtired, overstuffed and never opening my eyes all the way — that was Cuba. Seriously, it was fun! I’ll have a bunch of pictures for everyone soon. I want to wait until I get Roger’s pictures because his digital camera wasn’t made purely from twigs and rocks. Until then, revel in the fact that I am back. Thanks to Pearle again for updating seventy or eighty times when I was gone. Now that you’re all back from reading week, you can read her articles! They’re below! They’re good!

Edit: Since I have been back, I have broken the site, fixed the site, broken the site again, panicked, used a lot of profanity, then fixed the site once more. It’s all good now!