I hate the pussycat dolls
Yes, the title has nothing to do with the post. I was musing this morning about what a talent Styleygeek has for creating charming and clever blog post titles - which made me then all anxious and unable to come up with anything clever myself.
Last night I had a horrible nightmare. I was in my early teens and somehow was coerced to join a horrific cult (and we were responsible for going and recruiting other people). The only part I remember clearly was a part where the leader - in front of everyone - raped a baby and then me.
I can't help but think this must be reflective of my feelings about grad school right now.