So I got this tetanus shot on Friday, and my arm still feels like I've been beaten up. WTF, mate?

At this point my little bout of fatalism has passed. It's been a nice relaxing weekend, and the pre-Thanksgiving feast went wonderfully well. Afterward I had a long talk with Christian Dave. I feel bad because everything I'm saying to him now is just repetition of what I've been saying for a year and a half. My advice hasn't changed even though it's coming from a place of love and genuine concern rather than the spite that had initially instigated it. He seems a lot more receptive now. It's too bad that had to happen as a result of his sliding confidence and increased self-doubt.

I guess it's both depressing and comforting to know that even he's having trouble with reconciling himself to grad school. I just hope that he figures out what he wants and that this helps him to break out of his sheltered life and stop hiding behind church and school.