Happy Halloween! I have big fatass CRUNCH bars if you want to knock on my door.

As you've probably deduced from yesterday's cryptic update, I've decided not to go for a Doctorate in music. I accepted an unofficial offer from FGM on Wednesday morning, and received word last night that an unexpected budget surplus has guaranteed me a spot on the payroll starting next May. There are many reasons behind how I came to this decision, and I'll try to write some more about them this weekend.

In the meantime, if you like any of my furniture, lay claim to it now because I won't be taking it all back to Virginia.

Stupid people still exist.
BSA hates heathens.