I'm done with the quarter Tuesday at 3pm, and I plan to have a steady flow of alcohol in my bloodstream starting at 3:15 and continuing for at least 5 days straight.

I just figured it up - in the first year of my Ph.D., I have written around 370 pages of text as critical responses to literature/theory and as notes for the classes I teach. I've probably read tens of thousands of pages to go along with that. If I'm not smart by now, I have no excuse.

Don't get me wrong, I love books and I love reading. But here is my (quite artistic I must say) backlash to the ludicrous amount I'm having to read this quarter (and have had to read for the last 9 months).

Brandon's band came through town on their tour last night and ended up crashing at my apartment. It was good to get to spend time with Brandon (it's been about a year since I saw him last) and to chat with the guys from Brandtson too. Nothing super exciting happened at the show - but later Brandon basically offered me a full-time position in the band if I wanted it. Talk about frustrating - I already am very dissastisfied with school and want to drop out, then I get an offer to join a nationally touring band who is signed to a very up-and-coming indie label. Is it possible to have a mid-life crisis at 26?