For the past week, I've been escaping into the worlds of the West Wing and Stars Hollow whenever I began to feel overwhelmed by the looming future I will eventually have to face. Jan Term, housing, jobs, relationships, they all pile up into one frenzy of anxiousness. And it always seems that just when I have a handle on things, the pitch from left field hits me square in the forehead. Who decided we were grown-ups?
"Whatever happened to my lunch box? When came the day that it got thrown away, and don't you think I should have had some say in that decision?"
Wise words, John Mayer. Wise words.
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