So I was peeing tonight, an activity I often enjoy, when I started talking to myself about how to find the eigenvalue of a Leslie matrix with two age classes.
It fucking freaked me the fuck out.
And that's when I knew, grad school is devouring not only my time and health but also my sanity.
In other news, I just paid an obscene amount to the university for rent and parking and I noticed that on my billing information it has both my school and the degree in progress "doctor of philosophy," which is pretty trippy to me.
My friend, also in a Ph.D program, wonders if it will ever get old. I for one can't wait until the day I can say: "I'm not a doctor but... oh wait, I am!"