Theodore
I gotta move
I'm gonna wait a bit and then go there too.
"There must be some kinda way outta here," said the Brocktoon to the Sad Navigator.
I'm now entering the too tired to focus but still a long way to go phase.

I'm gonna wait a bit and then go there too.

"There must be some kinda way outta here," said the Brocktoon to the Sad Navigator.
I'm now entering the too tired to focus but still a long way to go phase.![]()
Same here. I'm halfway through. I'm turning in. Gotta work tomorrow. Not having any more time than that, I should be able to force myself to finish.
Cripes.
I'm in the homestretch but this is undoubtedly the worst paper I've written all semester and its a significant portion of the grade
I hate myself and I want to die.
I've got one more night of horror and then I'm done. It's a useless mess. Verbal of chili mac. On the plus side, I've got my Walgreens era pallor and sunken eyes back.
Stress. It's a helluva drug. Had my first fatigue-and-stress related nosebleed in years a couple days ago. Had another this morning. Good times.
I'm in the homestretch but this is undoubtedly the worst paper I've written all semester and its a significant portion of the grade
I hate myself and I want to die.

It's posts like these that remind me why I dropped out of college three times.![]()
Gotta keep it interesting somehow.
I'm convinced that graduate school has done me more harm than brain and testicular cancers combined.
Try having 3 kids in 3 years, and then doing your Ph.D. while receiving chemotherapy.
I don't have time to remind myself that I'm perpetually burnt-out and exhausted.
I can't wait to get that fucking degree.
I've got one more night of horror and then I'm done. It's a useless mess. Verbal of chili mac. On the plus side, I've got my Walgreens era pallor and sunken eyes back.
Stress. It's a helluva drug. Had my first fatigue-and-stress related nosebleed in years a couple days ago. Had another this morning. Good times.
Yeah, that's nuts. I would have quit. Unlike everyone in that mystixboi thread, I am not necessarily at my most creative and most thoughtful when I am miserable/beat all to hell. I've become accustomed to the creature comforts of the charmed white-collar American lifestyle. Thinking and writing for a living should not be as hard as laying railroad track or scrubbing gunk off the bottom of junior-high-school desks.
No bleeders here but the hair on top o' me head is quite a bit more transparent than it was at the beginning of the semester.
So how does this intimidation flim flam manifest itself? Does the guy alternatively give you the stink eye and cup your buttock?
Tenure and a $100-200K/year salary with great benefits, sick time, vacation time, etc. is pretty appealing.
I think the academic situation up in Canadia must be a bit different than the situation in the States. Academic job availabilities in the humanities are pretty limited, and my understanding is that the salaries are lower than your quote there.
Fucking America Jr. Showing us up again.
Emigrate!
Plus, if I'm going through the bother of leaving the US, I'm gonna move somewhere cool.
