*nervous tapping*
Dear Qcard,
We don't like each other, and that's fine. You're like the annoying relative I only have to see a few times a year, thank God. Unfortunately, it's like whenever I see you, you're threatening to pull the plug that's keeping my academic career on life support. It's just not a healthy relationship, but I suppose we both have to deal with it. You haven't screwed me over yet, but I know it's coming. So can we please just put this death thing off another year or two? I rather like living, dammit.
Love,
Tracy
Edit: Is it crazy to want to beat an intangible object with a stick?
We don't like each other, and that's fine. You're like the annoying relative I only have to see a few times a year, thank God. Unfortunately, it's like whenever I see you, you're threatening to pull the plug that's keeping my academic career on life support. It's just not a healthy relationship, but I suppose we both have to deal with it. You haven't screwed me over yet, but I know it's coming. So can we please just put this death thing off another year or two? I rather like living, dammit.
Love,
Tracy
Edit: Is it crazy to want to beat an intangible object with a stick?