InsaneJournal

I can't believe I actually just wrote out a pros and cons list of going to real grad school. You know, the type that doesn't feature learning magic and improbable adventures that lead to coronations and all sorts of dangerous shit. Just the type that sucks up money, social lives, and souls. It seems moderately pointless, if we can all just disappear back to our original worlds by whatever it is that brought us here in the first place (I refuse to say pod god, that time notwithstanding), but I also need something to do with my time that isn't just shopping and making cocktails.

The latter half of that last sentence pains me. This might be the weakest form of adulting there is, but I think that's what is happening here. Fuck.