Never mind the bullocks-It's the end of the term

"The Sharper Image catalog is the only place I shop. That and SkyMall."--my hero, Stephen Colbert.

Over the weekend I had no fun. None. Not a lick. Me and fun didn't even inhabit the same zip code. But I wrote 2 papers. They won't be winning any awards at the Graduate Student Really Great Paper Awards Conference but I probably won't have to commit hari kari due to having brought shame to my family either. probably...ya never can tell. If I fail out I'll just become one of that bums that beg for money outside of the large banks in downtown...I hear they make more than I do anyway. Tho that might be neoCon propaganda---if I flunk out of Folk fuckin Studies then I really have nothing to lose and might as well go find out if it's true or not.

I just learned I was born in the same week (not year) as Prohibition ended. That's awesome...I'll have to have a drink to celebrate. Course, I've already got plans to go on a three day birthday-a-thon starting Thursday (happy hour with S) and then Friday (super ultra mega fun birthday celebration extraordinary good with folklorists) and Saturday (sullenly drinking alone at 3 Crow sobbing into my beer that I'm 29 and without someone to love or even for the love of God more than 2 dates in the last decade and facing another New Years without a date and this time at a wedding for a much younger relative and no one seems to see how painful this is---I will do my best to refrain from slitting my wrists.) Somehow I suspect I will enjoy Thursday and Friday more than Saturday....But I have birthday money---yea me, Billy Joel box set--mine! Huzzah! And kudos!