Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life

So, I was admitted to graduate school. I technically have five years to finish. I’m going to talk to my advisor tonight and we’ll see how quickly he thinks I can get done.

My professor announced to everyone in my Tuesday night class that I was the newest admittee. Some folks clapped and welcomed me to the group. They, of course, had no idea that I started thinking half-way through the class that I was nuts. Then again, I’ve done plenty of nutty things in my life so this should be no different.