Well, today marks the beginning of the end. No, not for Gonzo (well, OK, maybe for Gonzo, but that’s not what I meant), but for the end of this horrible nightmare, known as “grad school.” I’ll spare you the gory details, but basically I have three days of acutely horrible hell, to be followed by roughly a week and a half (unless I can write faster) of chronically horrible hell, trying to crank out 60 pages of bullshit that will pass for, um, not bullshit. Or at least not so much bullshit that I don’t pass. Then you (and, more importantly, my wife) will never have to listen to me bitch about school again. I will promptly begin bitching about looking for a job, and then (hopefully fairly quickly) bitching about working.