I think grad school is turning me into a crazy cat lady.
Initially, the thought excited me: perfect way to win the PhD Challenge this year! Woooo! However, the more I stop to think about it, I realize that my level of productivity has greatly decreased due to moments like this:
Sometimes I start to wonder where the line will be drawn. Then I come home to tiny, baby Clark after a long day of classes or wake up to the cutest little furry face and realize that far from driving me crazy, Clark keeps me sane. He gives me someone to come home to in a city where I can count the people I know on one hand. He loves me just for being there (and for providing fun toys and yummy meals twice a day, I’m sure). But, in a nutshell, often when I feel overwhelmed and scared and lonely in this crazy world called graduate school, I know that Clark will always make me smile.