it occurred to me that I won't have anyone to turn to for comfort if the bad results come in. that's a weird form of loneliness to have I guess, but it's there
toying with the idea of leaving academia when my grant runs out in 2021. that gives me a little over a year to prepare an alternative. I think I can do it, if only I can work out what I want to do instead...
shitposting about a particularly heavy kink thing, beverages
[meeting someone for coffee at a chain place] look um I don’t know what kind of girl you think I am but isn’t branding a little extreme for a first date?
my brain really likes to make wild chains of connections, like paper worlds (filk song) -(the cover of my copy has the phrase "to be read again and again" on it)-> The Dispossessed (book) -(the lyrics refer to "the dispossessed")-> Those Anarcho-Punks Are Mysterious (song)