aspie rhetor

Look at the time…

Grad school has eaten my life. When I walk down the foyer of Denney Hall, it’s as though each room is part of a larger, collegiate digestive tract, and I can see pieces of myself slowly getting churned by the academic acid. Of course, one could argue that I’ve never even had a life of my own — at least, not a life outside the context of school. Ouch.

I’m sure that my core audience of male-enhancement spammers has been disappointed about my bloggerly truancy. I won’t purchase any Cialis, but I sure do miss deleting your larger-than-life comments. (In the event that aspie spammers are reading: I’m being sarcastic.)

I’ve one paper left to write, and a whole bunch of grades to finish. My internal clock needs some fixin’.