That gasping sound is me coming up for air.
When I left you, I was but a learner. Now I am the master.
A master.
“A master of what?” you say.
“A master of the dark arts,” say I.
“The dark arts of what?”
“Um–okay…” I stammer. I haven’t thought this one through. “Just regular arts. A master of arts.”
Best part about completing a grad program? Getting to go home afterwards and watch TV in your underpants. Now you get to live with that image. Enjoy your evening.
Again… Sherlock quote, except this time he deliberately forgets his pants. Congratulations!