charlotte the harlot

In other news, those of you who are related to me by blood or marriage will be happy to hear that I have finally written a full draft of my grant proposal for the Charlotte Newcombe fellowship (I know there are a lot of people named Charlotte in the world but it always makes me think of small boys throwing rocks and unbearable beauty). This significantly reduces the chances that I will be coming to you asking for money come next October (not you, Il’ush; I’m not stupid). I still have to write up an abstract and fill in the “timeline for dissertation completion” (which will go under the heading, “who you gonna believe, bitch, me or your lyin eyes?”). My chances of getting it are not particularly good; but they are a lot better now than they were two days ago, when all I had was two paragraphs of meandering pretentious crap. Now I have a full six pages of meandering pretentious crap, plus a bibliography. And now it’s time for a little outing to a little place called J’s.