Getting all self-reflexive and so on

Oh man, do I miss writing essays. I remember about this time last year, I literally broke down because I wanted to spend more time on my essays (and, well, relaxing/partying) and I couldn't because of the amount of hours being piled onto me by the restaurant I was working at. I know, I know, there are so many out there who do so much more, but I'm not one of them, and shifting gears between smiley-smiley-on-my-feet-memory-index-face-of-the-pizzeria-waitress to essay machine was irreducably painful.
This year, while I'm still thankful I'm not a waitress, I wish to god I had some academic influence in my life. I have a few friends who are doing the course that I did, but lord knows they dont need my help. In fact with my background in literature I'm categorically unuseful to these stellar philosophy types, and my poor memory doesn't help. Derrida's what, now?
I was hopeful I'd carry on writing vaguely academic papers as time wore on, but without access to the academic library, I am unsurprisingly letting it all slip. For shame.
I have, however, managed to learn to knit rather effectively. Swings and roundabouts? From one equally ineffective and unapplicable skill, outside of a very intense and devoted field which pays very little if you are lucky enough to be earning in it, to another. Go me.
Still, check it, yo:







I'm proud of him :)
Zombie Christmas and a Zombie New Year, folks!