This is about what I feel like right now. In my head I am on my way to stab the professor who informed a bunch of my colleagues (and thus indirectly the rest of them, because grad students can gossip) in seminar today that I am an incompetent grad student who can’t get her papers written on time. I am hoping he turns into a puddle of bloody goo like the vampires on True Blood instead of a pile of dust like in Buffy, because that will make it much more satisfying to stomp around on his remains.
(Source: , via dyskrasia)
