It's happening. The light at the end of the tunnel

My Russian professor is making me promise that I will get more than 3 hours of sleep before approving the schedule conflict with my Wittgenstein class because she "has no doubts in my ability to learn the material but worries for my physical survival"

Typed and deleted five tweets this morning. On the road to healing

Every one of my utterances is immediately met by my own nitpicking; I have to resist the urge to quote tweet my own remarks with scathing criticism, I find everything I've written reprehensible. I anticipate every countering point and thus hold fast to nothing in particular

I am a great friend to lesbians on twitter

I think 6:30 to 9:30 is one of the most infernal and sinister naps you can take

Who the hell is going to save me from this thing called life