My 'Master' of Life

Tonight my brother called to say hi and to "check in with" me. He, like everyone else lately, asks what Jff and I have been up to, expecting great things... Makes sense, we are usually up to a lot in the summer time.

And to respond to that question lately I say things like, "well, I am working my thesis...", which I feel like I mention all the time but a) it is all I think about and b) it is all I do and c) it provides a reason to people for why I am doing NOTHING cool.

To which my brother responds, "Man, I don't think I could ever write that much no matter what... I mean I know not all programs make you do it to get your master's, but still... I am a master of life, I don't have to write, I just have to talk and hang. I am really good at both of those things and I can do a lot of them."

And then I told him that I was jealous of his master's degree in life. There is a lot more fun, beer, and time with friends in that program.