I should be stronger than Iron Man by the end of this whole PhD program application process. No wonder the acceptance rate is only 12%, I am pretty sure 85% of applicants join roving bands of gypsies before they complete the process.
But in keeping the eyes on the prize, getting out of here is the ultimate goal and I will find a program somewhere that will help me achieve my yet to be fully defined goals.
Needless to say, NaNoWriMo was a wash this year and that is probably more difficult for me to swallow than abysmal quantitative scores or shredding my past to come up with a statement of purpose (yes, please let me drag up everything I have tried to forget). Writing is my true escape and relaxation and I have not been able to partake in it at all. Heck, I haven't even turned on the idiot box except when trying to fall asleep (Ion and Criminal Minds are determined to ruin my ability to sleep). So I feel like I have all these characters begging to be played with like they are paper dolls. I realize my characters are my children, and I can torture them as I see fit without anyone calling the authorities on me.
Alas, I will keep juggling and will take the GRE one more time (this time on an island) and then just let the chips fall...
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