Vila’s Second Coming
September 27, 2006 § 1 Comment
And today, in my sixth of twelve consecutive hours of work, on five hours of sleep, two and a half cups of coffee, and exactly one carrot muffin ‘cause that was the only kind they had left, I threw the most spectacular hissy fit. Seriously, Yeats would have cowered before my passionate intensity, and all the jackboots in Europe wouldn’t have saved him from it.
God damn it, who do I have to blow to get a dissertation grant?