Dear god, I'm a fucking mess. Almost punched the mirror of my hotel bathroom when I was seeking shelter so that the cleaning ladies out in the hall couldn't hear me sobbing. Gotta pull it together before my Chinese roommate returns.

I've worked 80 hour weeks for six weeks straight doing research and studying. Took my final exam today after presenting my research at a conference yesterday, and I fucking bombed it. I'll probably be expelled. Got put under pressure and spent too much time on research.

Overdrafted bank account, completely out of shape, thousands of miles away from home, no privacy, but no one to talk to. I'd make a joke about how the Golden Gate Bridge is only a short walk away, but one of my classmates killed himself earlier this year. Apparently it happens every few years or so, and it's a very small department. What the fuck is going on in graduate schools? The situation is ripe for a journalist to come in and blow the lid off this shit.

Edit: and the only reason you poor chaps are reading this pile of dogshit is because my girl isn't around to cuddle me into contentedness. Sorry, I'm better now.

Would you rather have a degree from a prestigious university that you felt didn't appreciate you, or have a degree from somewhere of lesser note that made you feel appreciated? I can't decide. Christ, I'm vain.