drawme_planner.jpg By applying to grad school of course…

Hell, in these days who doesn’t think about running away to grad school? It’s the A#1 double-plus-good refuge for intelligent social misfits and the self-ostracized. As a grad student you have full social permission to be one of those “oh, never mind him - he’s a grad student” guy.

To qualify, I only signed up to take the GRE. Call it an “exploratory foray” if you will, though I believe that the only people who use that phrase now are drug users, political candidates and the US Military. Helll, I’m not entirely sure that I even want to pursue it past the GRE stage as my dozen or so plus years as an IT Garbage Collector hasn’t yet made me want to stab myself. So far.

The object of all this hand-wringing is an urban planning degree. I love the field and it pays better than rock-and-roll.

The down side? Crushing amounts of anxiety, debt, and an uncertain future. A complete reverse-course for how I am now (in good spirits, debt free, and able to do my thing).

Since I can’t help but be Mr. Perversity, I scheduled myself to take the test on Friday the 13th (of October that is)