My characters lay somewhere in the deep bowels of my computer as I haven't had the time to open that particular file named "thestory.doc" this week (16,000 words and counting). They are all probably in a deep depression from being in solitary confinement for so long and I will probably have to take them to a therapist before I get them back on their feet and trudging through my story again.

Instead of writing a brilliant masterpiece, that is for sure to be a bestseller and to make me rich and famous, I am slaving away on a 25 page research proposal. Did you feel all your creativity seep out of your toes just then too? Yeah me too. But alas, that is the life of a grad student. My job description goes something like this:

1. read volumes of incoherent articles and dust covered tomb size books
2. write massive amounts of papers with topics that after writing, you still don't understand
3. teach uncaring undergrads social problems while they listen to their ipod, ignore you and pick their nose
4. try to bedazzle faculty by babbling off a list of their research you've read and list all the research you'd like to do for them as an underpaid RA

But that is life, is it not? Here's wishing I was writing a masterpiece instead.
Only two more weeks of school and then freedom!