No one here can save me.

Academic prisoner, coffee zombie.

Approaching significance.

Three different times today my boss called me out for looking confused and muttering incoherently to myself.

In completely unrelated news, I’m having trouble formulating a solid argument for my thesis discussion.

built-by-machines:

Are we just not going to acknowledge the exterminator’s van on the new Bob’s Burgers tonight? Because I think we should.

built-by-machines:

Are we just not going to acknowledge the exterminator’s van on the new Bob’s Burgers tonight? Because I think we should.

(via littlecatlady)