Turns out one thing that happens when you get an MFA is cake.
Saturday night I was treated to a cake by Sebastian, his butler, limo driver and servants. It looks delicious. I'm told it's yellowcake, my favorite (and no I'm not talking about uranium enrichment). I haven't had any yet because, though it's not a big cake, I'm stuffed.
If anyone wants to help me polish it off, let me know.