Que sera?

Que se passerait-'il si je commence ecrirer en francais?

November Project

So I returned triumphantly from Palo Alto with the spoils of war: a sore throat, a cough, and hilarious memories of rollerbus that involved losing my contacts and being bodily lifted into the air.

And I realised I hadn't blogged for nearly a month, so here's to make up for that.

It really goes without saying that a shitload has happened since my last blog (end of October)....America has its new president (yay!), gay marriage is now illegal in California (sucks), and somewhere out there up north, a pathetic excuse of a "tree" is wilting to the funeral dirge of its "band" (oh yay!)

But yeah, now is the season of chronic sickness and tedious research. (and no shaving for the lads that are up for the challenge.)

I honestly hope that the slaving away for sources to meet a deadline won't kill my genuine curiosity for Walt Whitman, the Civil War, or the Irish-British animosity.

I've stopped speculating about the BCS....like Obama said, get a playoff system already! That aside, it's pretty much guaranteed that I won't be spending New Years in Wales, although I am excited to be spending Christmas in there. It's been 14 years since I was in the UK in frigging winter.

And on that note, I need to get my arse to bed so this cough can get better soon. Stay tuned for a post about insecurities regarding the future.