So yesterday Harley Barley got her female parts cut out. And boy was she NOT happy with me. She was so pitiful and pathetic I had to call my dad to get him to tell me I was doing a good job and to make me feel better. I felt twinges of motherly instincts so perhaps hope is not all lost. But she is feeling much better and is walking and jumping around (even though she's not supposed to). Right now she's dozing on my bed and waking up everytime UNC scores a basket and the crowd gets loud.
But yes, my thesis. I have changed it, once again. First let me preface this by telling you that the department chair told me I was a good writer. I might have been told this once before so I am very happy to have been told this. I never thought of myself as a good writer, decent yes, good no. But I changed my topic. I'm going to look at trepanation in South America and Europe and compare methods, instruments, reasons, and survivial rates to modern day statistics. So yeah, should be fun researching about ancient brain surgery! Oh, what I would give to be able to cut into someone's brain. I've always wanted a neurosurgeon to mess around with my language center, see if we can activate some foreign languages there :) But anyway, that's what I'm doing.
I should be writing my CV and studying for my two quizzes tomorrow, but I'm watching the UNC game. There's only two more minutes anyway...
