Sorry for the silence. Things at work are…not so good.
Ironically, the LAB WORK and WRITING are going well…it’s just a sea of other bullshit that I’m wading through. Wait…not wading…what’s the word…?
Drowning.
I’m drowning in grad school. And there is a stingray headed right for me. Hopefully this will all blow over soon. All I can say is THANK GOD for my meds, because otherwise? Otherwise I’d be typing this from a small padded room with no sharp edges and calming music.
Normal posting shall resume when and if I ever make it back to shore.
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You can do eeet!
Make that grad school your bitch!
Hey, little girl, I got some candy for ya.
OK, it’s not candy, and I don’t have it RIGHT HERE.
It’s over at my place…
Stingrays are our friends, just don’t box them in or make them feel threatened. Don’t box the stingray in!!!
You know, without context, that room actually sounds quite pleasant. In fact, I think I am going to build a padded den with no sharp edges and play nothing but soft rock on the stereo…
Thinking about you and sending positive vibes your way!
Yeah, I’m with Scoot. I need that kind of room. Daily.
um. yeah. I am so in there with you. And I may leave. I’ll email you later about it…