Tomorrow I am defending my dissertation! This means that tonight I am a) panicking, b) into the sauvingon blanc, c) trying to commit to memory the names, party affiliations, and term dates of all the British prime ministers since 1945, because I am weirdly convinced that someone will ask me to recite them. (N.B.: There is absolutely no reason why anyone should expect me to have this knowledge in my brain, let alone ask me to recite it, but why start listening to reason now?)
Tomorrow night there will be either celebratory or sorrow-drowning drinking starting at 7:30 at the Bigfoot West; if you’re reading and in LA, you’re invited!