Not how this was supposed to work at all

It’s official. I’m starting grad school again in early July back in B’ton. God, I hate when that happens.

Running

Statred running again. Got in desperately bad shape. Getting better. Stupid San Diego weeks, ruining routines.

Congrats!

Jeff finally defended. He kicked butt in the talk. And Indiana’s stupid timezones struck again.

English? We don’t need no stinkin’ English

I appologize for the lack of, well, decent writing in today’s entry. I just don’t feel like putting forth the effort to conform to the standards set forth by…. ummmm…. civilization, I suppose. Cope.