{ yesterday's tweets. }

• 08:44 Ankle still swollen, but easy to walk on (weirdness). Getting close to finishing this. Almost excited. #
• 11:41 At library; have discovered modern crooners? Anyone know The Czars? Surprisingly likable. WHAT IS THIS. #
• 11:42 I think the appeal is male singers singing about male lovers. Smash. Ing. #
• 12:25 Almost had a coronary: thought draft had been deleted off USB. Not the case. Now saving to three locations. Better safe than suicidal. #
• 12:44 Jeez. Damien Rice's 'Woman Like a Man' is both kind of disgusting and kind of fantastic. #
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• 02:47 Final word count: 8, 742. DAMN CLOSE. Now: sleeeeeeeeep. #

Edit: final word count is actually 8, 674. Thanks to those who helped me last night. Much appreciated.

{ cue my freaking out. }

HOLY BOVINE. I just sent my dissertation off to be bound.

{ this is obviously karmic return. }

Oh, oh, oh! It's like someone reached in to my brain and made my random musings manifest. AMAZING. I was watching Women's Murder Club the other day (more on that momentarily) and I thought, damn - I often forget how amazing Angie Harmon is. Could you imagine her and Saffron Burrows next to one another?

AND LO. SUCH A THING EXISTS.

Anyway, I went to look for hi-res versions and came across THIS:

UM. YEAH. THANK YOU, LIFE.

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The rest of this post is going to have to wait. I have to go collect my bound dissertation copies now. (!!!)