Attack on Finals
If finals were giant monsters, it would be appropriate to say I was under attack. I thought I was doing so well, pacing myself and getting ahead on all my assignments. Yet, despite what I thought was careful planning I find myself inundated with multiple research papers due at the same time and the worst of the worst: Final Exams. How did things get so out of control?
You’re Such an Ass, Your Butt Dialed Me
mr horrible butt dialed me and I got three minutes of him and his girlfriend planning their future. I checked — none of it was about me.
No Shit Sherlock Award
Today's recipient of the No Shit, Sherlock award. They are awarded for Excellence in Detecting the Obvious...
Grab Your Emotional Baggage – It’s Time for a Guilt Trip!
My son asked why I don't cook at home anymore. I had three hypotheses: post-divorce rebellion, depression, or all of the above. Pack your emotional baggage it's time for a guilt trip. Let's go!
Be Still My Traitorous Heart
A classmate walked into my office and my brain stopped functioning entirely. I'm a grown ass woman. He's just a dude. My limbic system apparently did not get the memo.
