wine rings in my study book.

So I am at least committed enough to the possibility of going back to grad school that I have a GRE study book. That's right. I have to take the damn GRE again. I can't think of the right idiom for a non-relgious person to use to fully express how glad I am that it's just the general test, but I haven't taken a standardized test in over nine years. I bought a study book. And have drawn up a study schedule. And have even almost fully complied with it. I have a points reward system.

Ironically, my job entails a lob of technical writing and not much in the computation department, so my diagnostic test shows a better verbal score than math. I pretty much wanted to scream. I want to do my best on the math section, so that's where I'm stressing, pushing for speed to make sure I get it all in, and making stupid mistakes.

My new officemate reminded me the other day that stupid is a judgement word. She's right. It's still exactly what I meant.

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Old is relative.

I met up with a friend from grad school tonight after work. He has been married as long as I've known him - met his wife in college, got married right after, and spent grad school going home early from the bar while the third in our drinking trio and I went on to second bar to continue our debauchery.

No longer true, the divorce is under way, and my friend finds himself back on the market. So tonight we were in a decided meat market - the average age of females was perhaps 25, and most men had at least a decade on them. It was the typical scene - giggly girls nodding at men who weren't saying anything interesting but their clothes and tone spoke of money and security to the lucky girl who could catch them. The girls were young and pretty, so while I turned a jaded eye to my drink and thought of being home wih my novel, my friend's eyes lit up like a dieter brought to the buffet line. I guess it's all relative.

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