About a month before the school year started, I was informed by a text message that I had been drafted into the Staff Mustache Race. As Knutson said, “there are no winners in a mustache contest”; here they were on the last day of ‘stashness:
I just spoke with my dad, he’s doing much better. Slightly sore, but he’s feeling well enough to get up and move around. I think he’s just happy to be out of the hospital. Surgery just doesn’t look like fun.
Last night marked the end of six long years at the University of Oregon. How am I going to survive without classes that go from five until nine at night? I guess that means I’ll have to fill my evenings with relaxing and having real meals (something that doesn’t require that you cook for 3 [...]
It’s been a little bit since I’ve added in an update. The combination of school and school has produced a fair amount of stress and anxiety, though ‘big-boy’ school is becoming more of a nuisance than anything else. It’s not a good sign when I’m working on an assignment and I feel no urge to [...]