My last plan didn’t exactly work out so well. What was the plan you ask? It went a little like this: Step 1: Forgo all notions of freedom, and sign up for a fancy graduate program that will send me into a Grand-Canon-sized amount of debt (aka the only kind of legal slavery still prevalent) … Continue reading
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I’m really getting up there
Last week I went to visit my new niece. You know what that means? That means I’m an aunt. I’m Aunt Four Eyes. That also means I’m old. I am nearly two decades older than the girl. I am sooooo old!! This feels weird. I mean, when did I get so old? How? I was … Continue reading