I must be living the dream. How else would you explain the haze?
In case you can't tell by my extraordinarily long absence, my free time has been reduced to nil. Zip. Zero. Nada.
I live and die by the hours of the library. When I'm not in the library, I'm in class. My muscle tone has completely disappeared, and yet I am still the same weight, and possibly gaining more, but my pants don't fit as well as they used to. My meals have been reduced to what I can purchase out of a vending machine. I've worn the same sweatshirt for 3 days in a row. I probably have developed a callous on my tailbone from sitting on the hardwood chairs. I laugh only when someone makes a legal pun.
Think back, think back, think back... to the late late nights when I used to sit in my cubicle and create an index for documents that weren't even in English.
Oh yeah. This IS the life.
I live and die by the hours of the library. When I'm not in the library, I'm in class. My muscle tone has completely disappeared, and yet I am still the same weight, and possibly gaining more, but my pants don't fit as well as they used to. My meals have been reduced to what I can purchase out of a vending machine. I've worn the same sweatshirt for 3 days in a row. I probably have developed a callous on my tailbone from sitting on the hardwood chairs. I laugh only when someone makes a legal pun.
Think back, think back, think back... to the late late nights when I used to sit in my cubicle and create an index for documents that weren't even in English.
Oh yeah. This IS the life.