I dream of circles perfect

- Eddie Vedder

What I'm going to say might insult those of you with children, but I'm willing to risk it, because it's true: Grad school is very very similar to having a baby, minus all that racket. (I love babies, I swear) But it's physically exhausting; there is not enough time in any day; I'm never entirely sure that what I'm doing is right - thankfully, it mostly is, but sometimes I slip and fall or choke a little on something. Mealtime is optional and usually grabbed on the fly - if I'm lucky I can put something together that resembles an appropriate diet, but my reliance on Clif bars is real, and it's embarrassing. 

I'm not saying this to be whiny, or so that you feel sorry for me, or as a segue to WOE IS THE DAY. None of that. My dad had two sons and a daughter on the way when he earned his first TWO engineering Masters degrees; I know I have it easy. Also, I love Clif bars and am grateful that my friends Target and Trader Joe's sell em on the cheap; I love my grad program; I love the taste of every pie that I'm currently sticking my fingers in.

Just: be gentle, okay? We don't get a lot of sleep, or nourishment, or leisure time, and we're worried about the job climate and becoming worthwhile professionals. This ends today's PSA.