I quit. I quit blogging and I quit everything else. That means I quit grad school and I quit my third round of P90X. Boom. Done. Over it.
Jamie doesn't quit. Jamie finishes med school and graduates and moves to Wichita to catch Kansas babies.
But I'm here, at my house, in PJs, not graduating, not eating donuts, not doing anything I want.
So I'm going to quit and start over. Because I'm petulant. That's what Rob says anyway. And I'm going to pretend that's a good thing because I also quit looking up words in the dictionary. Bam. You're welcome.
I'm not really quitting grad school. Or the dictionary. I looked up like 5 words today.