updating again
well, at this point, 2/3 of my work is done for the semester. i've got a few stories to revise the hell out of, but beyond that, i believe it's over. my first full year as a phd student. here's where i'd spend several lengthy paragraphs detailing the trials and tribulations that somehow don't seem so bad now when i look back. but i've only got a short short while to type this up before i need to leave for another dress fitting.
man, i really appreciate my mom about now. there's nothing quite like having a dress fitting and that being that. or like having the thing made to fit you in the first place. if only, if only.
it's pretty much official now that i get to teach a 'real' class next semester. or rather, that i get to fully and completely design my class from the ground up. well, that was official some time ago. what's pretty much official *now* is that the class in question will be 'the darker side of short fiction' featuring the syllabus inspired by the deeply buried sick and twisted portion of my mind. the portion that writes 'unwholesome stuff' to quote a much loved woman.
on a different note, i was lazing about just a short while earlier after shipping off aa short paper that took me longer to write than a long paper would have. as per usual, as soon as my back hit the bed, the cats appeared from the living room and began to fight for territory. charlotte claimed my knees, and festus desided to make biscuits on my tummy. he's much better at it without the claws.
well, festus is such a cutie. there he was kneading on me, and there i was with an empty stomach. so he's kneading along and my stomach growls. he stops, flicks his head to one side, and stares at me. a pause, and then he starts up again. inspired by the attention, my stomach does its thing again. festus stops, looks concerned (for a cat), and starts digging at my belly, certain that there's something alive down there that's making that noise. charlotte's expression (again, for a cat) was one of 'dumbass. she's just hungry, like we are.' absolutely priceless. i was in stitches, and he was eventually chased off by the belly monster which had started shaking with glee as he tickled it.
man, i needed the laugh, too. i'm much more energized now, and not feeling quite so ugh about things.
well, now's about the time i need to toss on shoes and socks and perhaps grab an umbrella, since it's pouring out.
love and peace
man, i really appreciate my mom about now. there's nothing quite like having a dress fitting and that being that. or like having the thing made to fit you in the first place. if only, if only.
it's pretty much official now that i get to teach a 'real' class next semester. or rather, that i get to fully and completely design my class from the ground up. well, that was official some time ago. what's pretty much official *now* is that the class in question will be 'the darker side of short fiction' featuring the syllabus inspired by the deeply buried sick and twisted portion of my mind. the portion that writes 'unwholesome stuff' to quote a much loved woman.
on a different note, i was lazing about just a short while earlier after shipping off aa short paper that took me longer to write than a long paper would have. as per usual, as soon as my back hit the bed, the cats appeared from the living room and began to fight for territory. charlotte claimed my knees, and festus desided to make biscuits on my tummy. he's much better at it without the claws.
well, festus is such a cutie. there he was kneading on me, and there i was with an empty stomach. so he's kneading along and my stomach growls. he stops, flicks his head to one side, and stares at me. a pause, and then he starts up again. inspired by the attention, my stomach does its thing again. festus stops, looks concerned (for a cat), and starts digging at my belly, certain that there's something alive down there that's making that noise. charlotte's expression (again, for a cat) was one of 'dumbass. she's just hungry, like we are.' absolutely priceless. i was in stitches, and he was eventually chased off by the belly monster which had started shaking with glee as he tickled it.
man, i needed the laugh, too. i'm much more energized now, and not feeling quite so ugh about things.
well, now's about the time i need to toss on shoes and socks and perhaps grab an umbrella, since it's pouring out.
love and peace
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