Cake domes make everything look better.
So Jen reminded me that hey! I have a website! And again, as always, I have no good reason for not writing anything. I mean, procrastination is like my second job. Yet, of late, procrastination hasn't found an outlet in wanting-to-write, perhaps because I spend so much time writing (or at least thinking about writing) academic stuff that those words! They just don't want to come out anymore!
(I recently told a guy, who had basically commanded me to tell him something funny [wtf? I am not a trick dog], that "I don't think after 5pm." Which I thought was actually funny, but also, sadly a bit true. Although it's more like 7pm, really.)
By the way, I don't know why I attract the nutjobs. I am really really confused. The other night at a bar, a (very drunk) guy decided that the best way to get my attention was to do that fishing dance, you know, where the guy pretends to reel his partner in? My friend told me that I should bring my hands up to my cheeks to make fish fins (so much easier to show than to explain), but apparently the crazies have no problems finding me; I just don't want to give them a reason to stick around.
But who cares! It is Valentine's Day! If that's not an excuse to stuff yourself silly with chocolate (or, red velvet cupcakes), I don't know what is.