I'm having a tempestuous love/hate affair with higher education. It vacillates between a 'Wuthering Heights' windswept moors-bound passion of thunder and heart, and all-out war, complete with hysterical recriminations and crockery losses on both sides. What's even more disheartening, I think I may have surreptiously become one of the people types that I hate: someone who's drowning in opportunity, but non-applied to the world and without meaningful goals therein.

Also, never ever read a Kurt Vonnegut book in one sitting, then hang out until four in the morning eating Greek food. The subsequent dreams will be strange beyond comprehension.