That's what I'm trying to be during this, the final stretch of the semester. Too much of everything, not enough time for anything, but that's okay--I'm the real deal, the true champion. I am Peggy F***ing Olson.
Sunday's episode of Mad Men was downright glorious.
Leta visited me over the weekend! We mostly just hugged each other and high-fived and had escalating arguments about who loves the other one more. That's what best friends are for, right?
Today I went to the dentist for the first time since 2011. The good news: I've done a great job caring for my teeth! The bad news: excellent dental hygiene doesn't prevent wisdom teeth from being obnoxious. I have to get my bottom right one removed sooner rather than later, apparently. And of course, I don't have dental insurance! However, the UNLV Dental School will yank it out for a very reasonable price--assuming I'm okay with only local anesthesia. I'll be awake the whole time. Sounds like I'll have the source material for a gripping horror story in the not-too-distant future.
I'm working on my critical essay at the moment; it's technically the last academic paper I'll ever have to write, unless I decide to get a PhD someday. (I'm certainly not in the mood for a PhD anytime soon.) The critical essay component of the program is not tied to any class, which means I can write about whatever I damn well please. My subject: patriarchy and heteronormativity in The Marvelous Land of Oz. That's right. You think Glinda the good witch is a feminist? I think otherwise. You think the fact that Princess Ozma and the the boy Tip are one and the same supports gender fluidity? Think again.
I got to reference Pretty Pretty Princess in an academic paper. Grad school is the best.
And on that note, I should stop procrastinating and actually finish the essay. Wish me luck.