My world hurts. But my paper is written. And Kuhn is still mostly wrong about life.

God damn it. I want to go to sleep. NOW.

Could someone please explain to me how I could have written 800 extra words and ended up with only a third of a page more text?

Touched 5k words, but now back down to 4.6k. The editing process is hard because all of a sudden, QUALITY is important. Lame.

When did I get so many ex-girlfriends? Is it possible to have more former gfs than you ever had Current gfs?

Why am I not talking about psychopaths again? That was fun, wasn’t it?

When I get tired, I start writing swear words. This makes writing papers late at night a particularly perilous endeavor.

Don’t you just hate it when you can’t close your wallet because you have so many $100 bills??

Oh, man, I think I’m going to watch the Wire on the count of having easily finished my dissertation this afternoon. *Yawn.*

You know what’d be rude? – to lie. Okay, from now until 21:19 EST, don’t trust any of my tweets.

There’s something reassuring about following a bunch of grad students that are going through the same hell I am. Misery gets company.

@narfna – p.s. can you leave some cool music on it? kthanxbai

@narfna – I’ll be better if I survive the week and get non-kick out of grad school grades.

Okay, I’m doing something wrong. I’ve written Three (3) papers and have exactly ZERO (0) witty titles. That’s usually reversed..

Reading Feyerabend on Kuhn. “What you are writing… is ideology covered up as history.” Suddenly, it all makes sense

Today’s eight hour running commentary will be about Thomas Kuhn’s notion of exemplars and whether it’s useless or not.

“…On MY reading of Kant, he’s a sex-crazed nihilist solipsist alien relativist consequentialist… and he’s STILL wrong about everything.”

In my caffeine-addled study marathon, I accidentally spent $200 on a pen online: