I’m handing in my next dissertation chapter on the 1st. I’m drowning in library books. My desk is covered in scribbled notes that look like something a serial killer would make. I think my brain has turned to mush.
The first box came yesterday. Then two more today. I think I may have miscalculated how much I need autoshipped.
That dachshund peed on the dog bed. It’s a perfect heart. I don’t know how to feel about this.
This is a really terrible picture, but it’s the best I could do. That black blob is a spider, and the whitish blob around it is her web. She’s sort of encased herself up in the corner by the ceiling.
Does anyone know enough about spiders to say whether I’m about to be inundated with baby spiders? I don’t know what else it might be trying to do.
A totally normal quantity of dog with which to share a sofa.
I win and/or lose at life
Guess who’s officially ABD, as of this afternoon?
Oh, for God’s sake, Sherlock. It doesn’t matter about the gun. Don’t be stupid.
Don’t solve the murder. Save the life.