And after a long hiatus, I return less than triumphant

Oliphaunts. I feel the need for oliphaunts, or maybe heffalumps . . . something weird and vaguely elephantlike.

Graduate school applications: 4 sent, 1 remains.

Called Princeton and rattled on like a moron until woman on the phone took pity on me and said "don't worry, we're still processing stuff, you're all right", after which I felt much better.

Going to video store with L. soonish, to rent crappy sci-fi . . . note to self, find socks.