Monday night I had to stay up blisteringly late–till ten o’clock or something completely ghastly. We’d had the ridiculous idea to watch a Christmas movie with the children, you know, because we hate ourselves and hate our children. That’s what it ended up seeming like after forty-five minutes of struggling with the failed Internet. Finally gave up and read them a story. And really, there’s nothing more charming than trying to read a book to a bunch of jerks who... Read more