I am currently a grad student, and so of course I'm at my office late on a Tuesday, casually correcting an absolutely uncouth number of citation errors.
Like many other young people seeking a graduate degree while working full time and supporting myself, I am truly and utterly destitute. Alas, when combined with attempting to possess a gym membership (Thanks, Groupon!) and eating nutritious foods, that lack of money leads to days like today. It's late, my morning didn't go well by any stretch of the imagination, and I'm feeling extra girly, and pouty, and broke.
The only solution to this is pizza. So I ate every cheese stuffed bite of the two pieces I brought to work with me today and I feel more like a grad student than ever! Sometimes I know it's necessary to do something 'nice' for myself and to give into my selfish need for carbs or chocolate, and that day was today.
So here's to you, pizza! I feel better about life now that I've wolfed you down and can taste you on my breath. The bad day seems a little better and I feel like I can tackle my own coursework after I'm done tearing apart the souls of underclassmen. Thanks <3
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