- April 5th: Well, I spent Easter Sunday hungover and exhausted, but I did end up taking a long drive with VIP Gatorade at my side, and spent a substantial amount of time chatting on the phone with my fam and facetiming with my niece later that evening. 440 more words
Tags » I Realize I Am A Complete And Utter Failure At Life
Being in grad school (or, at least, being in my program) means that sometimes classes last for four days, and the papers for them aren’t due until three weeks later, and those papers are so easy that you can get a little drunk on most of a bottle of wine and write up the results of an “interview” (which was mostly you drunkenly harassing your neighbor at the blackout cookout about India’s rituals surrounding death) hours before said paper is due, while outside it’s grey and rainy, and you’re dressed like your ex-roommate and listening to The Mountain Goats. Or so I’ve heard.