How many of you still have the dream where it's the last day of the term, and you realize you haven't turned in several papers, or actually gone to class in weeks. No one is in their office, and then you realize you're late for the final exam, and you're in your underwear...?
Occasionally I think I should have gone to grad school. It's much worse in the fall. Too many years of school put a seasonal rhythm into your body that can make you feel like something is wrong if it's fall and you're not starting something new.
Then I read something like this and I snap out of it, fast. I love McSweeney's Open Letters.