I'm currently in the throes of putting the final touches on my dissertation proposal. (That's proposal, not the big enchilada/end-product/eventual orgasm.)
It's all good. Until, that is ... a textbook perfect Saturday--like the one currently doing a "Welcome, Autumn" ballet outside--taunts me. Then I become a tad distressed.
Enter Starbucks. More specifically, enter Pumpkin Spice Soy Latte (with no whip). You, my baby, are the reason I'm going to be ok.
In the vein of pumpkins, I'll leave you with some advice from Linus in It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown: "Never jump into a pile of leaves with a wet sucker."