So, this work week has to end, right? I mean, it’s just science. It is not really the longest week in the history of time, it just feels like it. I need a new hobby. Or anything, really, thank god school starts again in two weeks because I have too much free time right now. And because of the black plague (or whatever they are calling it), I have missed everything I was supposed to do for over a week and my world is very small. I am looking forward to resting this weekend, hopefully finally getting over this flu, so there’s not much on the agenda except that I am going to see my nerd-boyfriend Ira Glass tomorrow.

Have you ever seen anything cooler than this? No, you have not.

Luckily this is the week they found the bones of Richard III and did that whole facial reconstruction thing, because that pretty much took care of two days for me. That was awesome. I could not have enjoyed that story more, it really has everything. I’ve been mildly obsessed with Richard for a long time; the hunchback he definitely did not have, the little princes in the tower that he just might have had killed, and how Shakespeare and the Tudors decided to make him one of history’s great villains. I mean, he definitely usurped the throne, but who hasn’t? Seeing the face of England’s last Plantagenet and warrior king, it’s hard to imagine him as a monster – then to read about how they found his bones, he probably had his hands tied behind his back, and he had more than 10 wounds, including something called a “humiliation wound” (I think this means it was in his privates) which is kind of incredible. And to find all this under a parking lot in modern England??? I mean, I’m seriously all tingly inside like I’m frigging Amelia Peabody. I really can’t get enough of this story and I can only hope they will put the bones on display soon because I’m definitely flying to England to see that. My kingdom for a horse…