there's not enough chocolate and booze and booze chocolate and chocolate booze for this
Sorry, everyone. The last part of Kalendae is coming, I promise. I've got a paper draft due at the end of the week and I'm scrambling, so forgive me.
In other news, I spent spring break watching Supernatural from the beginning- why God why I know it's a show of pain but aren't they all these days- and wondering just what the fuck I think I'm doing. Grant Application Season is over and now we're in Grant Notification Waiting Season, the worst and most bullshit of the seasons. If we put my worrying and my existential blah into a battery, it'd get us to the moon.
Thank God yesterday was Easter and I had an excuse to bake ham and pie and rolls and eat copious amounts of everything and sit on the floor zoned out watching Wreck-It Ralph. Eating my feelings? Yes, with Cool-Whip.
In other news, I spent spring break watching Supernatural from the beginning- why God why I know it's a show of pain but aren't they all these days- and wondering just what the fuck I think I'm doing. Grant Application Season is over and now we're in Grant Notification Waiting Season, the worst and most bullshit of the seasons. If we put my worrying and my existential blah into a battery, it'd get us to the moon.
Thank God yesterday was Easter and I had an excuse to bake ham and pie and rolls and eat copious amounts of everything and sit on the floor zoned out watching Wreck-It Ralph. Eating my feelings? Yes, with Cool-Whip.