The grad course is at an end. Had already heard they accepted the MA paper a coupla months ago. However, got the news that actual graduation is going to occur. 卒業生だ。Iz grajuit. Go figure.
This begs the question: what to do meow? There is responsibility in the mail, but it isn't here yet. Already working the kind of job grad school was intended to lead to. Scholarship and academic writing have absolutely zero appeal at this point. Maybe that will change in time... but not gonna bet any money on that.
What to do then? Use Ockham's razor... to carve the roast beast. It's time to eat, motherfuckers! 喰いましょう！
Indian food is endlessly wondrous. Fish tikka, aloo pakora, mutton vindaloo... all of it heavenly. The local Turkish kebab place with its pitas overflowing with delight. Ramen? Amen! 特に赤味噌ラーメンはめっちゃおいしいだな。 Ice cream has taken on a greater, almost spiritual meaning.
It is remotely possible that the current running regimen may not offset this overzealous consumption. As a comedian once said: "gonna hafta call in fat for work tomorrow." Oh, first world problems.
