Great Bowls of Shit
That pretty much says it all... My body and mind are a morass of angst/panic/confusion/etc.

Today I spent twenty minutes talking to my potential thesis advisor all the while riding a wave of fearful panic. In usual patrickesque fashion I'd breezed in his office without so much as preparing a spiel. While its true Confidence is 90% of authority... sometimes that last 10% comes in handy. As I stumbled away the phrase "sweating like a banshee" somehow popped into my head... Its almost as nonsensical as it is apt. Although techically it was a triumph since the professor in question agreed to advise me, he hung a "if you do some major clarification of your thesis" condition on it... Hail the bloody conquering hero eh?

Second and most important, for those of you who may have noticed the paucity of posts of recent.. my mind has been shattered by the usual song n' dance... Usual in exceptional terms you might say... at least I would and you wouldn't want to listen to me on the subject (cite: the poor bastard friends of mine whose ears I've bent) Yes, El Jefe has met a girl.. and since then has becoming a crippled, pathetic, alchohol drenched version of himself. C'est la vie?

You may wonder why I choose to embarrass myself with such stark honesty... A debt of honor.. an atonement..