Okay, Fuck This.

Fuck it. I'm going to go find myself some quiet corner in one of Duncan's many coffee shops and figure this fucking thing out. Of course the only ones open on a Sunday will be Starbucks or the Doghouse. Fuck. Starbucks is too noisy. The Doghouse it is. Woo frickin hoo. I hate grad school already. (I'm kidding. If I can just get it together long enough to get into a grad school I'm pretty sure I'll love it more than I've ever loved anything before). Why is this so hard for me?!