Yes, it's another lobster picture, for no other reason than that I feel like some now.
Or maybe it was, "Baby cries because mommy drinks." Either way. It's the whole chicken-and-egg conundrum.
(Sadly, this tactic did not get rid of the guy. Who'd have thunk?)
Perhaps a more accurate statement would be, "I drink because I work so damn much." While I'm certainly not complaining (okay, I'm only complaining a wee bit), in addition to still taking a full course load, I am currently working on four (that's right, FOUR) different research projects that are at various stages, ranging the gamut from from inception to analysis, and stupidly I still make plans to do something every night, whether it be play tennis, get dinner with friends, or drink. And if I work hard, I get to play hard too, right?
On the plus side, all this latent stress has been awesome for my game. My tennis game, that is. My meeting-guys game, well, you've read the stories of the goobers (and to be fair, it's more that their game is sadly pathetic and I just happen to be an innocent bystander). They'll make great stories for the grandchildren.

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