As I've blogged about before, graduate school has this nasty way of filling your life to the point of being all-encompassing. Today I realized November begins next week. Where did all the time go? Seriously, time, I would like you to present yourself immediately to be accounted for. Alas, militant creation of time does not fall in my superhero abilities.
November seems to be the "Oh my goodness, every project that could possibly have a major deadline does have them, all within 2 days of each other" month. December brings its own end-of-semester craziness, but November stuffed itself full of projects when I wasn't looking. (Note to self: I may want to try to stare down April next semester to try to balance month-to-month workload.) Generally, I'm used to the November craziness. Things typically get so busy that I don't bother with Thanksgiving travel. It's not fun spending more time traveling than I get to spend with my family while having a barrage of looming deadlines over my head.
So, here I was, starting to think about trying to motivate a bit of a social life. And now I'm coming to the realization that graduate school equals life.*