Continuing job~ma, Hil.
Off to Nottingham to look for houses. *Again*. This is turning into an almost-weekly thing. The things a disabled prospective grad student has to do in order to move. Meanwhile, England is confusing me:
Me: Does Derbyshire exist? Did I make it up?
The Girl: No. You're going to university in it.
Me: OK, then does Nottinghamshire exist? Did I make that up?
The Girl: No. That's the county council that will be paying for your PCAs.
Me: You're sure Derby isn't in Nottinghamshire and I didn't make Derbyshire up?
The Girl: It's in Derbyshire.
Me: And you're sure Nottingham isn't in Derbyshire and I didn't make Nottinghamshire up?
The Girl: *goes away*
I'm floating somewhere in the Caribbean on a cruise ship reflecting on the fact that I lead a very fortunate life. I have a beautiful, intelligent, sexy wife that I met because of this community. I have the best friends I could ever ask for. I have a career and work I don't even believe sometimes.
It is good to be in wonder of the good things sometimes.
Yay wonder! Then you have to go punch someone in the nuts. It's the ebb and flow of life that makes it so amazing.
The cock punch is a magical thing.
The cock punch is a magical thing.
You read a very different Harry Potter from the one I bought.
You read a very different Harry Potter from the one I bought.
They did revise the originals for an American audience.
a violent, cock-punch loving audience. ya hoo!
It's that can-do, frontier spirit, as outlined in my upcoming book, "How the West Was Cock-Punched".
It'll be the definitive handbook for university seminars.
Daniel, my sweet, kind man, just went to the store to get me 7-Up and sports drinks so I can stay hydrated. The wonder of it is, he made the time to go before work. This is a sacrifice, I know. I love him.