Forms in, parking secured

Good news today. Forms to the Faculty Committee are in, everything looks A-5 on that motherfucker. New workplace (which is on the border of Bramfontein and the wasteland of Hillbrow) has arranged secure parking for my 1993 VW Golf, which has about 500,000kms on the clock and keeps on ticking, and is looking forward to seeing my ass tomorrow (work, not the car).

And, a trip to the dentist only resulted in one filling, which is, given the last couple of years, a goddamned, bloody miracle. Half the problem is that I don't feel pain until the roots have become infected, cavities I don't feel. Werid genetics, I guess.