Application Proclamation

Aside from one chapter in The Textbook from Hell ( aka the principles of cognitive neuroscience), the extent of my work today was filling out two long applications. Done.I want a medal. No, a trophy. Better yet, a Medallion made of fools gold and the teethmarks of angry San Franscisco hopefuls. Is that so much to ask? I guess some Victory Advil will do. Alarm set. 8:30 a.m. And I quote Mr. Bubba Sparxxx when I say, " Ain't Life Grand."