chaptal

Or thereabouts, five and a half years of my life ends and the "career" path shifts from public to academic. I'm kind of numb. Perhaps it's the two and a half hours sleep. Yes. perhaps becomes so. I feel like the soldier who just gets leave in the world war two movie. You know what happens to him, same as the ensign wearing the red Star Trek shirt.

It's in my hands. It's out of my hands. Freaking hands, make up your mind!