Stop, Hermit Time

I was contemplating putting some sort of parody of that MC Hammer song here, but I just don't have the createive energy to waste on such an endeavor.

Well, I just got my thesis back from my advisor...and I have to completely rewrite my introduction and general discussion. Thus, I plan on taking up residency in an undisclosed location until these two parts have been completed. I may or may not emerge for regular meals. Thus, I also do not plan on blogging much more than this post in the next week, unless something particularly peaks my interest and I feel an desperate need to log some sort of event or feeling.

Quad's having a casino night tonight. I think I'm going to have to bale on it in an effort to become more disciplined in my work. Also, I really suck at gambling, since "My lucky number is four billion. That doesn't come in real handy when you're gambling. Come on four billion! Fuck, seven! Not even close. I need some more dice. Four billion divided by six. At least."

And then there's my issues with blackjack "I like to play blackjack. I'm not addicted to gambling, I'm addicted to sitting in a semi-circle."

Oh Mitch Hedberg, how I admire your wit.

For Rachel (my thesis):
Here I am yes I’m falling out of grace and into you
And can't you see that I'm wrapped around your finger so tightly
You've got me tied up in knots yeah
You've got me upside down and blue
Baby if I'm crazy
Well I'm crazy for you
-Welbilt