The Paper That Ate My Life is, um, eating my life.  Page 23…  gotta have 30 by tomorrow.  It’s not that I don’t know what to say, it’s trying to figure out the best way to say it without being either inaccurate or offending someone (My Prof: “Um, ‘we need this desperately’ isn’t really scholarly language…”), and then finding the time to actually say it.  I love doing this stuff.  How come it’s still so much work?

In two days I’m going to be in Milwaukee with Queen!