so, it's raining again.

I'm getting a little tired of these effing April showers. Especially since I lost my umbrella about a month ago, and then broke the one I bought to replace it. I haven't yet bought a replacement for the replacement.

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I am totally in love with Garfunkel and Oates. Thanks, Daniela, for posting the video. Their song "Pregnant Women Are Smug" makes my day. Every time. I'm sorry, pregnant ladies. That song is just so damn true.

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My friends over at Artifice said they've been getting lots of hits from my link, which makes me feel like my blog is awesome. But really, you should send them some stuff.

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I'm going to see Philip Levine at the Art Institute tonight. This will probably be the highlight of my week.

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I have less than a week to finish my papers. I'm hoping that means panic will set in soon.

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I'm reading Brenda Shaughnessy's Human Dark With Sugar. It's lovely.

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I quit my summer job. When I first applied for it, I thought it sounded too good to be true--like, they pay so well, there has to be a catch. Well, the catch was, from what I heard, that there's lots of stuff you have to do "off the clock." The worst part was that I would have to give my students' parents my phone number. I'm sorry, but I hate talking on the phone and there's no job in the world where I want my "clients" calling me on my personal line. Frankly, I consider that an invasion of privacy that I'm not willing to sign up for.

I have a meeting today for a new summer job, one that is not trying to buy my soul for $500 a week. The hours are flexible and the pay is good. And the best part is--if I get this job, I should actually have time to write poetry!

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I've almost--almost--made it through the first year of my PhD. Only 4 more to go (barring any unforeseen circumstances).