today's my last day of class during my first year as an assistant professor. i'm having some feelings and am trying to communicate them through a box of 72 donut holes
i like to think of my bank account as a slowly sinking ship with a leak that can't be located *me buying a cute latte and pastry every single day
i want to know.
in a mass email my university linked to my conversation where i talk about muppet babies and the conversation is titled 'brandi wells on their muppet baby muses' so now i'll be taken seriously for sure
me: im not going to email students at night bc im going to relax! also me: im going to email students at night but schedule it to send in the morning so it appears i have been relaxed
Break up with your job! Be late. Miss a deadline. Give it up. Spend 3 hours watching videos of possums. Get two different specialty lattes if you want. You probably don't eat enough ice cream. Never too late
i read recently that whenever i leave my apt, my cat thinks im going out to hunt for the family. when i come home carrying sparkling water and a latte he must think im SUCH a failure
