I like to rock out in the car. Especially to staccato pop music like Maroon 5. I like it so much that I’ll willingly roll through a stop sign at 25mph while jamming to “This Love”. It turns out that my enthusiasm for ignoring basic traffic laws is more than matched by the enthusiasm of Officer Patiño-Sanchez for pulling me over and slapping me with a $120 ticket. We all have our little joys.

This has been a big week. I gave an important presentation on Tuesday in front of faculty who could have ripped me a new one and then put it to good use. Gladly, it turned out well. I will now round out the week/weekend with a take-home exam that’s supposed to take 6-8 hours to complete, but will really take 20. Bam!

Given the stressors of the week and knowledge of the way I usually deal with stress, you might think I’m, hmmm, how to put this gently…going *%&@ing nuts.

Not the case.

What’s keeping sentry watch over my sanity? A number of things. Drugs? Maybe. Relative success at school? Yes. A thoughtful, supportive Friend*? Definitely.


*Continuing with my tradition of anonymity.
New Friend.