When the Trolls Cry

[catscradle]

Ever get to that point where you're just finished? I mean, that's it. Done. Not going there anymore. I'm at that point. On so many levels, I am done. Work, school, politics. There's only so many times you can participate in something that makes about as much sense as chopping off your legs before going on a hiking expedition before you just have to stop and reconsider those instructions.

Dear Stephanie,

We've decided that today you need call a list of people with no money, no job, little in the brain department and no means for funds for higher education and ask them why they haven't enrolled in winter quarter classes yet. After that, find out why the Liberal Studies program is failing and don't try to tell us again that it's because we don't actually offer classes in it. There's no reason a detail like that should be a problem. Once you've single-handedly restore the program to it's original glory, we will promptly rip it from you and resume our responsibility and credit for it's success.

You may want to revise chapter 2 of your thesis back to the way you originally had it before we got our hands on it. Turns out it was fine the way it was. Sorry for the inconvenience.

We have a copy of the State of the Union Address and the Iowa Caucus media coverage. We'd like you to review that whilst maintaining your last shred of sanity. It will only hurt a little. We suggest you not look directly at the TV and use protective glasses.

Finally, we've noticed that you've been ignoring the fandom wankage going on recently and you're beginning to concern us with your lack of participation. Remember, pretentious, asshole-ishness cannot continue in a vacuum. You've been warned.

Warm regards,

The Trolls

Finished. Done. The End. Don't. Care.