Sometimes I find the most difficult time to write is when I have too much to write about… hence the severe lack of updateage. But yes, I’m still alive. And no, my thesis didn’t kill me (though it tried its damnedest… and proved to be a more-than-worthy adversary. Good for you, thesis!).
So yeah, I’m all graduated and stuff. The graduation ceremony was spectacular. It was a beautiful day, I got an award, there was free beer… needless to say, fun was had by all. And now, into the real world, to experience bigger and better things. Like debt and unemployment.
It’s funny though: grad school, Quinnipiac, the endless amounts of research, writing, and general academic toil… for the past two years, these have all been monstrously strenuous and mentally exhausting parts of my life. And despite my relentless complaining, I’ve loved every excruciating moment. In fact, I’ve reveled in those moments. I’ve rolled in them, gleefully, like a pig in its own filth. But now, without any real preparation, I’ve been yoinked, remorselessly, from my sheltering filth. Sadly, I’ve discovered that my filth was keeping me warm… sane… content. My filth was keeping me filled with purpose.
Sigh… it’s cold and strange out here without my filth to slog through. Perhaps I should get a doctorate.* Yes! Back to the cozy, comfortable, filthy world of academia!
Sallie Mae, baby, I’m coming home! Now where’s that loan deferment form?
*Doctorate? Umm… no way. Not for all the coddling filth in the world.
Staying in line with my 
