RUBBERbANDzOO REPORT: My little plastic animal, who lost her miso cup at Princeton, had to be cut off my sweater this morning. She had happily existed tied to the zipper of my grandpa sweater (you know, the tan one) since reunions, even taking a trip in the washing machine. Alas, she knew she'd be really bored at my office today, so she opted to spend the day on the coffee table instead.

I really, really wish I was with her.