What Should We Call Grad School
I’ve started a half dozen entries over the last few weeks but don’t have the enthusiasm to finish writing anything.
My days currently look like this: wake up, eat string cheese, stare at thesis for 9 hrs, eat more string cheese.
The ‘staring at thesis’ bit involves changing a few words here and there, cleaning the kitchen sink, cursing my lack of foresight as a youth, and deleting loads of shit I thought was brilliant but in reality is horrible. I’ve also had a few of those weird trances where you start writing and it feels like looking at one of those magic eye posters from the 90s because you are slightly cross eyed and focusing at something just past the computer screen. Then, after you snap out of the daze, your word count has miraculously increased by 999999 and it’s time to stream an ABBA playlist on youtube because THIS IS PROBS THE BEST THING YOU EVER WROTE!!!!!!! but not.
My ass hurts from sitting all day. I feel like the dead professor from “A Grammarian’s Funeral” but without the genius. Just the atrophied muscle and lack of life.
Anyways, if anyone out there in phd land is suffering through this with me, I am throwing some virtual gang signs in solidarity.
Check this out on your next cheese stick break: