Civil A(war)d

I was just singing along with The Beatles to "I am the Walrus" and accidentally said "eggplant" instead of "egg man." Could you image how much less convincing, less cool, less mind-altering that would have been? Goo goo gajoob.

In other outstanding news, I emailed my thesis to my advisor last night around 8:30 p.m.! Two weeks of heavy editing and constructive criticism later, my next version is due to my thesis committee. Then, two weeks from that, or, a month from yesterday, I defend the thing, do some more edits, turn the thing in, get my degree, and move outta this state. One month, or, two fortnights after that, I began my new Ph.D. program.

Anyhow, to celebrate my accomplishment, I promptly ordered this jacket:

Regiment Jacket by Mod Cloth

The first time I saw it, images of Sgt. Pepper, West Point, and stiletto leather boots flashed through my mind in one explosive collage. I set a goal and promised myself this jacket as a reward. Goal accomplished, I rewarded. Almost twenty four hours later, I realize I might have bought a modernized feminine Union jacket. What am I supposed to do? Call the company and ask, "Do you have this in gray and gold, please?" I suppose I'll just bite the (southern) bullet, convince myself the gray stitching and buttons atop the navy material represent the present day balance, and then go out on the (southern) town, looking fine as Miss Scarlett evuh did.

Yes, I believe I can live with that . . . ya'll.