I googled before I even got to the post that said we could ask instead of googling. The description of that shooting is terrifying.

Chopin, that stinks that you get stuck with it.

I'm in the office, theoretically working on my thesis. I've officially given up on finishing in time for May graduation. I feel like a failure about it, but T worked very hard yesterday to convince me that there are good reasons and it's not because I'm a lazy jerk. I do feel better about it today. It feels like a pardon from the governor. Or stay of execution. Or something.