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Graduate school. If you want to go to graduate school, prepare to read more than you ever have about things you most likely will forget a week after you read them. It's actually ludicrous how much reading I have assigned to me each week (a reading list a page long or more for each class per week), so I advise you, if you are considering going to get a Master's or a PhD, please consider what the hell you're getting that degree in. A hard science? You won't have to read much, most likely. Liberal arts? Prepare your sleeping bags for a library sleepover.

Aside from my Graduate's Lament, I finished my book and sent it off to Harper. Of course, I then read through it and realized that it should have had some editing done. So, now I just wait for three months or so to hear from them. If I do hear from them, there will probably be news reports of a man flying around London without any wings or aid. If I don't hear from them, there will probably be news reports of a man who jumped out of his window and landed on the street below.

Well, no, I probably won't commit suicide if it's not accepted, because thankfully there are other options in this new high-tech, internet-ty, Amazonian market world: self-publishing through Amazon. Now I just need to find someone to do some cover art. Any takers? Please? I don't want to end up making my own crappy covers in Microsoft Paint. Granted, I will try to only use the most symmetrical shapes, but I somehow doubt it would be as nice as someone who actually knows graphic design.

Oh, and US politics is the greatest comedy enacted on mankind.

That be all for this hour of the day,
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