I chew rocks.

DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE

At least for the semester. At least with all paperwork for this project period, since I still have reading to do to prepare for the residency. At least with school, since I still need to write and revise submissions for publication and apply for jobs.

But STILL, I'm done with 1/4 of grad school, completed my first semester, and I'm alive and not even too fcked up by the whole ordeal.

While writing it all out in my self-evaluation was somewhat tedious, it also felt good to articulate exactly what I have done and learned this semester. I don't feel like I engaged in any bull$hit, which is pretty impressive when it comes to me and academic ventures and our long history of fluff and BS.

And now there's just the matter of these mountains of work surrounding my desk. I swear, since giving notice, the work has increased tri-fold, probably because they're panicking about me leaving and want me to complete as work as possible before abandoning them. Not good, my friend. But before that, I'm going to lunch with a long lost college friend who diligently tracked me down through various e-mail stalkings so we could see each other before he moves to Atlanta. I'm looking forward to seeing him.