How do you kill someone's vision?
Give him more visions until he's all distracted.
Oh, and a good knife to the eye works like a charm, too.
How do you kill someone's vision?
Give him more visions until he's all distracted.
Oh, and a good knife to the eye works like a charm, too.
Okay... wish I did not just read that!![]()
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I haven't slept well in years, but some nights are worse than others.
I liked this for the suggestion, but simple melatonin seems to work for me.For those of you with sleeping problems, talk to your doctor about Trazadone. I use it most every night. When I don't I don't sleep very well at all. It is non-habit forming and helps me get a good night's sleep.
I wish I could be that positive about mine.I think life is pretty good as it is. If it could stop raining, it would be great. If I could have done every reading and work task I should have done already it would be even better. But I have Jesus in my life, and all is well.
I wish I could be that positive about mine.![]()
I do feel that way sometimes, but I usually don't. :/You know my days are not all that easy, either. I pray you will get to be happy and content in your life, too. If only for a moment.
I think I feel like that fly.Flies will try for hours to escape through a closed window.
Please stop asking me what I'm going to do with my PhD.
1. You don't really care. We both know it. Stop pretending. It insults my very high intelligence.
2. In reality, my PhD is just the most recent of a long list of accomplishments in my life. I have a 3" thick, 3-ring binder bursting at the seams of crap I've done. I keep them merely to symbolize "yep, did it". From my Presidential Academic Fitness Award in 1987, up through my Certificates of Commendation from the United States Marine Corps, through m academic degrees and my certification as an Oblate of Saint Benedict...they are just "things I've done".
3. I'm under no obligation to do anything with any of it. It has no effect on what you call a life. It's just something I've done to keep me distracted from my existence of lifting my Dad on and off the toilet multiple times a day, fetching his medications, and generally being a butler...none of which I wanted...and all of which were thrust upon me without any asking. I resent my life, and the pursuit of a PhD is just a way to occupy my time.
4. A PhD is meaningless. It has no meaning whatsoever. It signifies nothing. I'm just as big an idiot now as I was before I started the process, but now I know how to conceptualize a research project and BS the result to make it sound as though I know what I am talking about. I don't. It's all fake.
So, quit blowing smoke up my butt. You don't really care, and I know it. I don't care and I never will. Once I am graduated with another fancy piece of paper to put in my binder, I'll find something to do...something easy since I am lazy as crap...and something where I can do the bare minimum to get by. If that offends you, deal with it. Get off my back.
Please stop asking me what I'm going to do with my PhD.
1. You don't really care. We both know it. Stop pretending. It insults my very high intelligence.
2. In reality, my PhD is just the most recent of a long list of accomplishments in my life. I have a 3" thick, 3-ring binder bursting at the seams of crap I've done. I keep them merely to symbolize "yep, did it". From my Presidential Academic Fitness Award in 1987, up through my Certificates of Commendation from the United States Marine Corps, through m academic degrees and my certification as an Oblate of Saint Benedict...they are just "things I've done".
3. I'm under no obligation to do anything with any of it. It has no effect on what you call a life. It's just something I've done to keep me distracted from my existence of lifting my Dad on and off the toilet multiple times a day, fetching his medications, and generally being a butler...none of which I wanted...and all of which were thrust upon me without any asking. I resent my life, and the pursuit of a PhD is just a way to occupy my time.
4. A PhD is meaningless. It has no meaning whatsoever. It signifies nothing. I'm just as big an idiot now as I was before I started the process, but now I know how to conceptualize a research project and BS the result to make it sound as though I know what I am talking about. I don't. It's all fake.
So, quit blowing smoke up my butt. You don't really care, and I know it. I don't care and I never will. Once I am graduated with another fancy piece of paper to put in my binder, I'll find something to do...something easy since I am lazy as crap...and something where I can do the bare minimum to get by. If that offends you, deal with it. Get off my back.
Please stop asking me what I'm going to do with my PhD.
1. You don't really care. We both know it. Stop pretending. It insults my very high intelligence.
2. In reality, my PhD is just the most recent of a long list of accomplishments in my life. I have a 3" thick, 3-ring binder bursting at the seams of crap I've done. I keep them merely to symbolize "yep, did it". From my Presidential Academic Fitness Award in 1987, up through my Certificates of Commendation from the United States Marine Corps, through m academic degrees and my certification as an Oblate of Saint Benedict...they are just "things I've done".
3. I'm under no obligation to do anything with any of it. It has no effect on what you call a life. It's just something I've done to keep me distracted from my existence of lifting my Dad on and off the toilet multiple times a day, fetching his medications, and generally being a butler...none of which I wanted...and all of which were thrust upon me without any asking. I resent my life, and the pursuit of a PhD is just a way to occupy my time.
4. A PhD is meaningless. It has no meaning whatsoever. It signifies nothing. I'm just as big an idiot now as I was before I started the process, but now I know how to conceptualize a research project and BS the result to make it sound as though I know what I am talking about. I don't. It's all fake.
So, quit blowing smoke up my butt. You don't really care, and I know it. I don't care and I never will. Once I am graduated with another fancy piece of paper to put in my binder, I'll find something to do...something easy since I am lazy as crap...and something where I can do the bare minimum to get by. If that offends you, deal with it. Get off my back.