After 2.5 hours of Aristotle
and 2 papercuts (on the same spot on my hand dang it.)
and 5 bowls of Frosted Flakes
and 1 dishwasher load,
I'm finally chiseling down my honors thesis into a more focused direction.
Oh Faulkner. You slay me.
And Frosted Flakes, you fatten me right up.
Just in time for summer.
Just don't ask me how many pages I have written so far on my actual proposal. Oops.