Ave, Superego-in-Aethera

The Subject line is a little excessive swankness to bolster my resolve. Don't mind me.

Things Which I Must Do This Week

1. go to grocery store (sadly, the household economy has reached the point at which, if I don't go to the grocery store, like, now, I can't eat breakfast).

2. make bread.

3. email reference-y type persons re: part-time job hunt. *sigh*

4. apply for part-time job. *deep sigh*

5. meeting with dissertation director. DO NOT FORGET. Unintentional bailage v. embarrassing.

6. find markets for and send out four short stories currently languishing.

7. take a look at 10k wd. novella which was disassembled and reassembled in November.

8. oh, yeah, Chapter 8. Have long hard talk with same re: cold, cruel realities of life.

9. get some exercise.

10. behead Essex for being snippy. Likewise ungrateful saintly Papist prat of a cousin.

11. clean bathroom.

Okay, it's official.

When listening to Time (The Revelator) suddenly ceases to be optional, it's time to admit you're in love with Gillian Welch.

Also? Great album for bread-making.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T (for genre fiction)

Random thoughts about Georgette Heyer and Arthur Conan Doyle and "serious" fiction. General spoileriness for Conan Doyle's work (should there be anyone reading this who still can be spoiled for Sherlock Holmes), plus definite spoilers for Stephen King's Misery ('cause I need a quote). (And, yes, Dorothy Sayers is probably going to make a cameo. As per usual.) Might as well stick 'em ( here. )