i would announce i'm not dead, but that would be a lie

I had a lovely spring break, full of relaxation and chocolate things and fresh baked bread. Then I came back to school, looked at the work I have due this week, panicked, went to therapy, had a minor breakdown (unrelated to the work I have due), took a mental health day, got back on track, dealt with three nights running of major insomnia, and just got back from a project meeting that could have been subtitled "we're so screwed." but other than that, I am okay. (Also, I had the Class Where I Tell People They Are Wrong today, which was delightful as always, and I even managed to wait until the poor grad student that my professor roped into teaching part of today was gone to go on my rant about how he was wrong wrong wrong. (I began with an opening salvo about the idiom test for differentiating raising and control; my professor countered with a suggestion that 'want' has been stripped of much of its control value, and at some point I decided that my idiodialect of English does not have the experiencer intervention effect.))

In other, lighter news, a good number of you are descending on this fair rainy city this weekend, yes? My death march by polygons should be over by then, so if you are not too busy, we should see if we can do a thing.