I've been helping D with his grad school application all weekend, mostly tweaking the personal statement within an inch of its life. He'd write, I'd suggest, he'd rewrite, I'd suggest, he'd disagree, I'd insist, he'd rewrite..... Finally, we decided it's good enough. We're just sick to death of looking at it.

He just hit submit and printed everything out, so here's hoping.

Current Mood: drained
Current Music: wrapped around your finger--the police