First the opening night, then, "until December," and now, we have desks in the new Hellmouth.
2 hours later.
I still don't know how to take this change. And so, in two weeks, an announcement is going to be made.
I think this is the year of reconstruction. Of shifting roles, buckling loyalties, and losing sleep. The overworked brick road leads to barstools, the cases of icy and sweaty beer bottles, the golden city.
Here we go again.