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It is wrong for me to entertain the idea of purchasing a candy dish, despite the tempting design elements. Furthermore, it is wrong for me to ever keep candy on my desk, or within arm’s reach. Quite akin to Rufus Wainwright’s confessed addiction to jelly beans, when I buy a bag of M&Ms, they must be consumed in one sitting. It is not a voluntary action, but an instinctive response to seeing uneaten M&Ms laying around. “Oh, you poor thing…” CRUNCH.

The only time of the year I encounter candy is the end-of-the-semester swing. The rest of the year I forget that the food group even exists, and frankly have little taste for quick fix chocolate. But a few errant grocery store visits later, and subsequent habit-forming choices, I am awash in candy, be they encased in Easter-pastel bags or typical Hershey’s product line attire. Awash in my own demise.

My demise is rapidly expanding its territory, too. Once again, today the topic of pursuing a PhD came up, out of the blue in a conversation with a professor/friend. I remember when I was first thinking of a M.S. and the conversation that gave me boldness to keep going. That was two years ago and the moment took place in a Starbucks nearby, chosen for the location by the person I had met, who was in town from Chicago for a couple lectures and BOV meetings. Considering the amount of sleep I have already lost thinking of a PhD and what that would entail and what that would lead to, I may not require an epiphanic talk this time around.

Certainly, a demise.

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