Okay.  So I had this huge cathartic breakdown in the middle of last night.  In which I realized that I didn't like where my life was going, and that I didn't want to take the path of least resistance.  This was actually several realizations...

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• I knew that I didn't want to be a professor, so I have no idea why I am in grad school
• Going to grad school ( Read more... )

...which I think are supposed to be at about age 25, but I've always been precocious.  Besides, I'm probably not living past 88 anyway ( Read more... )