GPOY. Gratuitous Picture of Your Life in Your Last Semester of Graduate School for Creative Writing (GPOYLYLSGSCW). This is my “thesis map,” my plan for finishing my thesis: Twelve essays, none of them done. Only five of them nearly done. Three in the “What the Fuck” category (“Needs More Revision”) and three in the “The First Draft Was So Awful I Might as Well Shoot Myself” category (“Needs to be Written/Rewritten”). Did I mention I’m supposed to be done by Spring Break-ish? I mean, I can stretch it out, but only for so long. I’m sick of my thesis. I’m sick of myself. I can’t write those last three essays. I can’t do anything. Someone help me. I’m drowning in self-loathing.
Is this common? Would anyone like to drink all the alcohol in Georgia with me and help me relieve the tension?…Or hire me? (And have I mentioned that I’ve never submitted my work for publication…ever? I’m scared. Hold me.)
