Well, Marcel has just experienced his first college-induced all-nighter--after a whole day of slogging out a philosophy essay, complete dissatisfaction with the results, and the ensuing gentle crisis.

At about midnight he comes in and declares, "I'm dropping out of school."
He's still clutching the textbook, though.

Poor guy. School work had taken back seat to all the wedding preparations, and now it's crawled back into the front and taken over the driving. Hell hath no fury...

Nothing like academia to tell you that everything you ever thought you knew was all a bunch of bollocks. He's down to questioning whether or not he's been breathing properly all this time. (Actually, academia can't tell him that, but yoga class does.)

It's 5 AM and I realize there's too much space on the mattress. Marcel is still at the computer writing Philosophy Essay Revolutions because Philosophy Essay Reloaded was such a disappointment.

(I love you, baby. You're a real champion.)