"I'm gonna die, gonna die one day, 'cause I'm goin' and goin' and goin' this way. Not like a roach or a piece of toast. I'm goin' out first class, not goin' out coach." I guess I'd have to get out of grad school before that last part comes true. I'm working on it, one procrastination-filled day at a time. In the meantime, I am constantly plotting and scheming. [Insert diabolical and slightly egomaniacal laughter here.]
And now a message from The Waterford Landing:
