Like a beautiful Godzilla

Should I be jealous? Should I be insecure? I see patterns developing and hate them. But knowledge is power, and knowing in advance that I will fall out of my insecure bullshit is kind of nice.

Work is breaking me. I can't even begin to think about thinking about something other than school and Roomie right now, and frankly, as much as I love them, my coworkers calling me at night to ask me whether they are being unjustifiably angry is not a good way to spend my time. I was happy to help, but we are all justified in our anger at being treated like slaves. As we said today on shift: We are so utterly replaceable that they can afford to treat us like shit. If we won't take it, we can be replaced by someone who will.

Tonight I spent making love to economics... ew. Krista and I managed to come up with some fun things though, as well as coming to greater understandings of economic models and whatnot. Our professor is a turkey-monkey, "Gobble, gobble, ook, ook" and while Solow likes his runny pancakes, Romer is convinced that he can spontaneously generate pancakes and open a Dutch Pannekoek House in Kenya, thus solving world hunger problems. Oh, and my proverbial tea ass says "Procrastination is like masturbation, great at the time, but in the long run you are just fucking yourself."