application for the post doc research project sent in, powered by a lot of chai lattes and tea and complicated by the fact that I seem to get max one hour of uninterrupted internet access out of this crummy laptop. I don’t know – I’ve been doing this for the last five years, getting grants for three moths, four months, six months, eight months. I wonder whether I’ll ever have a permanent job with a proper salary again, after the Lecturer in Glamorousness Studies gig.

On the other hand, the freedom to go wherever I want kind of balances the insecurities of this life. It’s better to complain in Chicago than worry about life passing me by in Jockstraptown.