Happy happy joy joy

I forgot my joy.

I've been so worried that I forgot what a PhD is really all about. PhD Comics reminded me: this is the only time in my life I will get to procrastinate on so wildly an exuberant level. I feel like going to Toowong village for a frozen yoghurt? I go. I think abut a dress I saw advertised in the Target catalogue. I go get it girlfriend. (Yes, Target. You got a problem with that?) Coffee with friends? You betcha! Beers with friends? Hold me back. But I forgot. I've been slaving. I have a tight, hot feeling all up my right arm. I've even been doing Yoga online for pity's sake. I've been thesis-whipped. Welll no more.

Break open the Family Guy I'm heading to my TV.

Ok, so as far as rebellion goes, this is pretty lame. But hey. It's a start. I'm going to revive my joy, and work yes, but play too! Woot!

I'll get to the end. I know it. And when I do, it'll be 400X worse than the pressure I'm under now. Er. That's if I get a job...

I'm going to watch Family Guy until I can't feel feelings anymore