* I'm now living with my LadyFriend. Ostensibly we're living together on a trial basis, but so far so good. Our cohabitation occurred not so much as a choice than as a de facto happenstance: We tried our damnedest to keep separate spaces, but we couldn't bear to be apart at night, and it got to the point where keeping two apartments was simply a waste of money.
* Despite whipping my ass without mercy, my Formal Methods in Software Verification professor amazed me by giving me an A. So I guess it's official: I really can bend adamantium with my bare hands, solve P=NP in my sleep, and even go toe-to-toe with Chuck Norris. OK, not the last item: That's just CRAZY talk.
* I'm a full-fledged member of a faculty research group, with the right to call all group members by their first names (<Butthead>You said "member", huh huh, huh huh</Butthead>).
* I'm buying an iPhone2, by hook or by crook.
Now for the bad news: As of today, my ass belongs to my thesis. This will not be an ordinary thesis. Its scope won't be quite as big as a doctoral dissertation, but I've been told that I should be able to (and will be expected) to publish a workshop article AND a journal article based on my work, and that my thesis should/will run about 100 APA-style formatted pages in length (1" margins, double-spaced, 12-point type, among many other criteria). Gulp, gulp, gulp. My courage is feeling pretty damned unscrewed from the sticking place at the moment.
So given that I am relinquishing ownership of my soul for the next 1.5 academic years and 5/6 calendar years (or more), my next post might could very well be made on June 2, 2009. On that date, Zod willing, I'll get to sing the praises of President Obama to the heavens. Until then, true believers, nuff said.