I get home from a conference, and what do I have greeting me? A nicely egged car. Apparently, someone hit all the cars in my lot. What a jackass. And I had to deal with it on top of jet lag. Double ugh.
If you know me very well at all, you know one thing: I ask a lot of questions. And they often don't make sense to anyone but me (well, unless I give you the free association that occurred beforehand).
I'm also an n-th year grad student who finally sees the light at the end of the tunnel, and doesn't give a damn that it might be an oncoming train.