I attended my first dissertation defense yesterday. I came home and told W. that we’ll be doing theater warm-ups before mine.
I organized my closet and now I’m too tired to cook dinner. This is peak Kimberly.
Trying on a new epithet: librariacafan.
I could learn to repair drywall and fix sinking bathroom tile but for now I’m just going to believe handypeople are magic.
Just submitted my first draft of my first chapter of my comps lit review to my committee for feedback, so it’s probably time for another high five.
You can tell I’m approaching middle age because I think of my car as my new car and I just got an email from CarMax saying I bought it 5 years ago today.
Submitted a solo-authored manuscript today, so in true millennial fashion, I feel like I deserve many high fives.