This always happens when I take some time away from GradShitTownVille. In the last few days of my vacation, I start to feel the depression that comes with living there. I start to think of plans that will keep me from going back. I plead with that sick person inside my head that has the drive and the need to get the PhD. Maybe I will quit grad school and open a self-serve dog wash like I have always wanted. Maybe my advisor wouldn't mind if I worked remotely for the last few years of my prison sentence. Maybe I could be a waitress at the restaurant next to the hotel where I am staying in Osaka.
I realize it's futile. She is such a stubborn bitch.