I've accepted a position as a Professor of Medieval Literature and Occult Practices at Miskatonic University. Or maybe it was at the other Miskatonic University. Or, maybe the other other Miskatonic University.
Actually, if Miskatonic were a real place and advertised a job in my field, I'd have to apply for it. I couldn't help myself. Sure, I would eventually slip into insanity, if I did not first fall victim to an unspeakable fate ... but the research I could do first!
Of course, I would have to keep copious research notes in spidery handwriting in a leather-bound notebook, so that after my successor found the notebook with my remains, my research could go on unabated.
Go Fighting Cephalopods!