untrust + hammer vs. anvil awareness = bleak outlook
I just realized that I don’t have one of the articles that I’m supposed to be writing about; I was not present the day it was distributed and was supposed to copy it from a classmate. I’m not sure I even have the title. Shit.
I found out that I might not need the IRB shit after all, it could just be my crazy preceptor and his own prejudices. That’s what people are insisting to me.
I am not happy. And the thing in the world that I want fucking least is “a life.”
But everyone’s gonna make me get one nonetheless. Fuck everyone.