It's 3:30am. I just finished writing a blog about the nightmare that woke me up. It involved Matthew Broderick, Hungarian lexical patterns, Grice's Maxims, too much coffee, disgruntled committee members, and a student who thinks s/he knows more than everyone else in the department. The blog entry was entertaining. When I checked my spelling, the whole entry disappeared into cyber space.

I had a difficult day. I am overwhelmed and sleep deprived. This is what happens when you become a doctoral candidate. Don't get a PhD; it's really not that cool.