Bullets of Great Fatigue and Distraction
- Last week, I met the lovely and talented Janus Professor. Fun!
- Last weekend, Dr. Famous came to my house ate my salad. I did not fall over from anxiety.
- The whole house now smells like smoked meat. (We had a barbecue. Someone brought shrimp. Bless their heart.)
- I have been making fun and exciting radioactive bricks. Boring and harrowing at the same time!
- Among other things, we have nowhere to live in Cold Utopia.
- Dr. S has many talents, but finding apartments I don't hate... not among them.
- Surely anywhere with 30,000 apartments will have one I don't hate.
- Great personal and professional frustration afflict me.
- Seriously, can I shoot the next person who asks me when I'm defending? Please?
