Stolen Halves

A grad student's day can be said to be comprised of half hours stolen from the maw of reseach. Any and every hour can be devoted to study, but such a life inexorably leads to painful, long-lasting burnouts. And so that half-hour commute where you could be learning is spent
instead blogging. That half-hour before section is spent sipping coffee and eyeing cute undergrads. That half hour between meetings is spent chatting with your smoker-friend who, though a little smelly, is a reliable fixture ready for plein-aire procrastination.