Yes, that's right. It's Ph.D. application day in Andiland, and it's an asswhip of gargantuan proportions.
The good news is that my birthday is tomorrow, and I'm having a kickass party. We have a reservation for 15 at Pete's Dueling Piano Bar in Addison, and it promises to be a good drunken time full of song, merriment, and debauchery. I heard something about a permanent marker to keep track of the number of shots I've done by tallying them on my arm. I can attribute this little piece of drinking wisdom to my Thesis Director who gave E. the idea.
My mom got me a $50 Amazon gift card, and it's taking all of my strength and reserve to NOT go apeshit ordering books and music. I would dearly love to order a bunch of Paul Auster's books, and finish out my set of Siri Hustvedt writings--in addition to some obscure music. However, I haven't caved yet. Give me time (a couple of hours), and I'm sure I will.
Back to the applications, but I wanted to pop in, say hello, and wish you all well since I probably won't be around until the hangover has subsided on Saturday.
I think 26 is going to be a good year!
Listening: "Summer of 69"...Brian Adams