Hmm… that blog title is probably the motto of bloggers everywhere.  Really, I should be writing my final papers - all due in the next week.  But instead, I feel like resurrecting the ol’ blog.  So here I go… typing nothing remotely important.

I’m in the midst of a project doing a postcolonial read of Henry V, a paper doing a feminist analysis of Big Love, a dramaturgical project for The Women of Lockerbie and a paper about… something neoclassical… that I’m pretty sure is going to be one of those papers that just gets done, but never gets good.  That happens from time to time.

In the midst of all this, I’ve suddenly gotten this odd cough that seems to be coming from somewhere in the region of my soul… so of course I’ll go ahead and assume that I contracted swine flu from the bananas that I purchased today.  What good are pesticides if they don’t keep out swine flu huh?

And hey, while I’m on swine flu…

Is it insensitive that every time I see a headline saying that "WHO is worried about a pandemic," I just assume that it’s some sort of macabre Abbott and Costello routine?

Okay… I really should go back to typing.  I am pretty certain I would be upset to learn how much I spent this past year on printer cartridges.  And next year… oooh… I can just tell it’s gonna get ugly!  My little Epson is going to be earning its keep around Thesis time.  Oh yeah.

Now to figure out what said thesis will be about…

ACK!  Stop!  Go write!  This is not productive!