So. I graduated. That happened. I have a MPA in Disasterness and have fulfilled my lifelong goal of being able to put a little string of letters after my name. Unfortunately, the process seems to have permanently killed off brain cells. A few weeks ago I was an emergency planning machine, living off stress and adrenaline, finishing five pandemic annexes before breakfast. Now. . . I am lucky if I can make it four hours before I need to go eat brownies and take a long nap.
Fortunately, I don't actually care about anything that might be happening in my life or the world. Because I've graduated. Forgot to do Christmas shopping? Whatever. I have my degree. Cookies burnt? I don't need cookies, I have a Master of Public Administration in Emergency and Disaster Management. Livejournal no longer works on Chrome so I have to use my phone which can't handle the new icon-selection menu meaning my paid account is a waste of money? Who cares! I have a degree! Tsunami headed for Connecticut? . . . that's nice, but it's time for my nap.
Meanwhile, I am approaching the world like these puppies. (omg these puppies.)
Everything is so big and open and full of grass and sunlight and books. BOOKS. I'd forgotten books. They're wonderful! And there are all these new ones - apparently, they kept being published even after I stopped reading things that weren't federal reports and records of historic disasters. Next I'm going to try TV shows. I think I used to like TV shows.