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Grad school has taken a turn for the better. My first four and a half weeks were rough, rough, rough. I seem to be in a better place, now...but man...I'm always starving to death and exhausted to death. By all counts, I should be totally dead.

I wish I had more to say...but I really don't.

I still don't know if I made the right decision in coming here. I just don't know.