Momma never told me that there'd be weekends like this...

[d_aulnoy]

But, in all fairness, if she had, I probably would have run screaming from academia to the comforting embrace of the sex industry. Talk about feeling used! So far, I've listed to the entirety of _Let Go_ (to my eternal shame) caught up on crucial reading (Holly Black's _Tithe_ - for my sanity), started revisions on my NYRSF essays (yes, I procrastinate ... when I was younger, I thought of starting the Church of Tomorrow, a sect for Procrastinators... but, somehow, I never got around to it), written a first draft of my proposal for the next ICFA, and attended a grad. student party (much like the reception, actually, but with less food and a greater selection of imported beer - fat lot of good that did me, as I think that the stuff tastes like piss). This is kind of a random question, based wholly in my own bizarre beliefs, but isn't the point of drinking at parties so that you can dance without feeling like an ass? Much booze, no dancing. It was very anti-climactic. I could have used a little catharsis. Instead, I get to go on to a second draft of the proposal, work on my Goblin Market research, and ponder the question of why, why, why, I can never seem to find the time to finish the paper that I'm writing on Harry Potter and racism. Maybe J.K. Rowling's ennui is contagious? The light at the end of the tunnel is dinner and _Angel_ with Bryn.