I...think I'm not stressed out enough. I wasn't really stressed out in b-school either. I was just ANGRY all the time. God the rage. I hated everybody, and I'm sure they hated me, since this one girl called me an elitist asshole for asking if they'd made sure to vote. It's just. I'm just. GRAH. Still angry. I think it's like going over to the darkside. You stop wanting to write beauteous porn and just want to murder young padawans.

Also, now that I'm a b-school drop out and have made exactly TWO overtures towards getting a job, I can say this officially, I am using my degree to figure out how many pairs of shoes I can buy before regala_electra actually does cut off my feet in order to stop me.