A Hair Story
It's not so much about hair as it is about the experience I had today getting mine cut.
Dreaming Madness
I had two quite disturbing dreams this morning, neither of which, thankfully, had to do with my PhD applications.
They
In the Name of the Father
For some reason, I've just watched most of midnight mass, which was broadcast, with a commentator, live from
Post Partum
After weeks and weeks of subsisting on little sleep and tons of Hazelnut-flavored coffee, I'm experiencing strange effects.
Sigh
One more party tomorrow night and I'm going to start sleeping. And reading. And writing. My new job
Four Pages to Christmas
One PhD app in. One more paper in. Four pages till the end. And I didn't get struck
Minutes …
They're ticking by slowly, yet seem to be rushing by with intense speed. Every one until Wednesday has
Long Lost
I had just completed an interview I did for an article I'm writing for my old gig and
Slowed
The momentum with which I entered the week has slowed. Bad timing.
I didn't get much done last
Damn
I think I'm getting sick. I'm not sure if it's a psychosomatic reaction to