Monday, September 9, 2013

There's No Crying in Baseball! (Or grad school)

Can you tell what's on when I'm trying to get some work done?

I'm sitting here with a Neuro test and a few WTPs due and all can think is FUCK MY BRAIN IS DEAD!

I have so much spinning in it I can't even think straight. And you expect me to be productive? Let's take this one hour at a time here. Like Kit, I feel like such a fraud 90% of my time here. Who the hell let this fuck-up in to a Master's Program? You think I know what I'm doing?


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