I know you’re damn near hyperventilating waiting for Tuesday blogging goodness from the kid.  But check it out: a dissertation cannot write itself, even if you keep telling it that you’re busy describing what’s going on in your life in 140 characters or fewer.  And since I’m totally not trying to have my dissertation chair call my mama, I need to exchange hating for dissertating, and spend a little q.t. with the final leg of graduate school.  I got the incense, wine, candles, massage oil, and Sade on repeat.   I plan to type sweet nothing(nes)s into a Word document.

That means my entry will be up (hopefully) later this evening.  Go do a facebook quiz or something.  Telling your homies another 25 random things about you should be loads of narcissistic fun.

Go play.