Why? Because I'm inbetween my Chaucer paper and my Major Critics paper and my brain feels like Cream of Wheat. This is the only thing that has made me smile in the last two hours.
In other news, Rob hasn't shaved since September. Two days ago at church he was compared to Jesus and Charles Manson within the same 3-hour block. That, my friends, is the way we spell success.
P.S. The journalistic one-space-after-the-period practice is no longer second nature to me. It's official ... I'm a grad student.