It never ceases to amaze me how fast my life can go to hell. One moment I’m planning a stop motion film; the next I’m talking to a shrink that informs me that by trying to take control of my life I’ve actually lost it. My life always goes to hell when I think life is going good. I’m not a spiritual man, but sometimes it feels like something enjoys keeping me in perpetual misery.

Right now the only silver lining I can see is that I will be able to resume my second term next year, and that if I spend the in-between time studying I will have way better odds of doing it well. Or at least, that’s the plan.