You know how you start college at 18 and have these really grandiose yet idealistic notions of the future and how you will change the world? Then you graduate, you work for ten years and go, "Well, crap! That didn't turn out how I had hoped." When you start grad school at 39, it doesn't take you 10 years after graduation to get to the, "Oh, crap" realization part.
Sometimes at the end of a bad day, it's good to have somebody tell you that this crap will pass. Thank you Jen for being the prunes for my bad mood. (Not exactly the warm fuzzy feeling I was hoping to invoke, but it's the best I could do today.)
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