Okay, seriously.

I have to get me a puppydog. Otto is the most affectionate little canine man I've ever met.

I'm doing today what my dissertation director has been harping at me to do for ages: writing about Shakespeare. It's not a Shakespeare dissertation, so I've been avoiding writing on him. I love Shakespeare so much that I didn't want to spoil it by making him a cause of unendurable stress. But apparently I have to bite the bullet and do it.

Friday night I went to a birthday party with a theme. Catholic schoolgirls. I found the most adorable purple plaid pleated skirt, for three dollars, and I have to say, I looked pretty hot. Disturbingly, I found myself repeatedly grabbing my own butt. But that may not have been as weirdly autoerotic as it sounds; without pockets I don't know what to do with my hands. There may be pictures soon.