In which your humble narrator passes his preliminary exam and becomes a doctoral candidate.
After much fretting I sat for my oral preliminary examination this morning. Much to my delight, the questions were less "What business do you think you have here, miscreant, (probably retarded) urchin boy?" and more "So what do you think about this thing that you actually know about?"
Now on to other things. No, not a dissertation, gentle reader, the procurement of Kentucky Bourbon.
Well, now you have everything... a wife-r-oo (or however you spell that), munchkins, and a determination (outside your own ego) that you are pretty friggin smart.
ReplyDeleteI would say congrats, but instead I will channel a l33t Vin Diesel by saying in a gravelly voice: "ROXXORS!"