Meditations Upon Gradstudentdom

Today I felt very much like a plastic surgeon struggle to repair the face of a baby that ran afoul of a pack of wild dingos.

By this I mean that I got some revisions from my advisor on a piece of writing.

Sadly, he's been stressed lately, which means that the piece was...at a lower state of stylistic revision when I received it than when I gave it.

Le sigh, as they say.

On the upside, I was told to start writing my thesis today. Yippie.