I think now about all the energy I put into trying and failing to hide it. What a waste. I remember the bathtub, the soda bottles half full of liquor. The thinking people didn't notice. All the little games I played to try to conceal how much, how often.
LawnBoy said: "if [ex] shows up, please just restrict yourself to two beers."
Now, I took minor offense to that, but I understood. Later that year I made an ass of myself at goldlust's wedding too. I did a lot of that. I could probably write 20 pages about all the asinine things I did at friend's weddings. I was impressive. I stranded my sister penelope in the Chicago airport, because I was too drunk to go to her aid. Like I say, impressive.
I found out about two weeks ago that I'm going to be co-investigator on this huge grant, covering 30% of my time and salary. It's the same work that I was planning on doing anyway, I just had no idea that it was going to be written up for funding. Silly me. In academic circles, everything is written up for funding.
Medical Doctors don't have to do shit but memorize and pass a test.
Why are you still here? Go Read.