On being in love with the entire world and believing everything is going to be okay. This week is the one year anniversary of Eric's accident. General exams are two weeks from today. I'm turning 30 verrrrry soon. It all makes a girl feel a wee bit introspection-y. Just a wee bit.

This year, now that I think about it as a coherent whole, has just been completely absurd. It has seen the highest highs and the lowest lows, and I am, somehow, ending it happier than I've ever been in my life. I'm planning ridiculous amounts of travel for this summer to some pretty ridiculous places, and I'm incredibly excited about all of them. I'm already overcommitting to various projects and teaching jobs next year, and can't wait to jump whole-heartedly into the prospectus. I'm sleeping less than I have since I was about fourteen, and I really just don't give a shit. I would be perfectly happy, in fact, sleeping even less. My pseudo-punk band starting storyboarding our first music video tonight, for "Whiffle Whupass," and it is going to be just totally amazing.

It has been such a very hard year for so many reasons, but I think it's all made me more honest--and certainly more trusting and kind--with myself and the important people in my life. And, my god. How amazing is that. I just cannot overstate how much I love, love, love everything that I'm doing right now. It all feels so fucking right and balanced and true and important.

All that, and I just found a typo in my summary of "Bringing the State Back In" that makes "Skocpol wants" read "Skocpol pants." Just in case you were getting worried that I was neglecting Disturbing Generals News Items.  ¶ 9:02 PM