Two ninety-nine

I realize this is a paltry showing as my first post in nigh on a month, but I’m ankle-deep in drafting a 15-page paper for Composition Theory (yes, it’s a mind-numbing as it sounds) — of which paper I have thus far written the line “Good college writing is” — so I can’t stay long. I simply had to hop on here and announce the following: Gas in Richmond (specifically, at the FasMart on East Main) is below $3 a gallon! I don’t even need gas right now, but this seems rather monumental in my mind. I honestly did not believe I would ever see gasoline for less than three bucks again in my lifetime. But there it is. Yep. You probably didn’t hear it here first, but I felt the need to make note of it. For my next post perhaps I will break the space-time continuum.