I am an academic. That doesn't mean I haven't lived. The Ivory Tower is my home, it's not my life.
It could be I'm rare in that regard.
Sometimes I wonder - will I ever be allowed to do ordinary things, like get addicted to a computer game, or go on a real vacation, or pay off all my bills? And I don't know what all this means, either.
So I'll use this as a reminiscence tool to remember my former, not so academical life, and as a means to blow off steam as I maneuver through what's left of my dissertation.
And I don't expect anyone to read it.
