And, subsequently, mine.
In honor of the holiday weekend, Jezebel will be publishing on an amended/shortened schedule today (we're off all day Monday).
No but like... what am I supposed to do all day? I don't... understand? I feel like a lost little girl with only Gawker and the readable vestiges of NY Mag to save me. And there's only so many hours I can take reading a Kundera book.
If I write a lot of pointless entries today, this is why.