Today I went out for dinner with my friend Elaine, who told me I look skinny and strung-out.  Ordinarily I would be happy to be told I look skinny, but not when the word is paired with strung out.  I guess the stress I’m under is starting to show.

I was already not getting enough sleep, and then last night Oliver decided to bark like a maniac at 2:30 in the morning.  Not helpful.  Based on the smell coming in the windows, I think he was upset about a skunk skulking about outside.

One of the few fun things the my crappy-ass PhD has afforded me the time to do lately is to occasionally watch an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer before bed.  Some people have no love for Buffy, but I think it is awesome to curl up in the air conditioning with my boyfriend and pets and watch a woman kick a lot of ass (at the end of a day that has kicked my ass).  Today I found out that Joss Whedon (who made Buffy the Vampire Slayer) made a little mini-series during the writer’s strike.  Not only is it a quality piece of entertainment, but it is being distributed in a way that circumvents big media.  How awesome is that?  Go and watch, and don’t be put off by the weird beginning:  www.drhorrible.com