The Giraffability of Digressions

Looking back, it seems I've become decreasingly funnier the last few years. As in, moving in the wrong direction. I used to be funny, or at the very least, funnier than I am now. One might say I am funminishing by the minute.
My empirical evidence for this claim is two-fold. First of all, this blog in itself serves as pretty hard-core data, with its stated intention of providing "attempts of recognizing both details and the big picture, while embracing a propensity for total...

A Non-At-All Comprehensive (But Nevertheless Somewhat Lengthy and Ambitious) List of Things I Shall Do Once I Finish My PhD Dissertation (Also, Haven't I Written This Post Before Only Then It Said MA Not PhD?)
(in no particular order)
(But numbered. For kicks)...

I'm not dead.
But I am starting to wonder if I'm becoming a zombie.
I came back here hunting for an old post I remembered writing when I was working on my master's thesis, describing how I really didn't want to write it.

Sometimes I still think about Mrs P.
She used to be my neighbor where I grew up. She lived in the faded green house at the top of the steep road where my family lived. She lived with her husband. They had no children, and to my knowledge, no other close family or friends....