I wakeup in the morning and the first thing I remember is that I have my goddamn doctorate in mathematics, this results in an immediate rush of disappointment and sadness which will last for the rest of my life. I then get to the unemployment office writing down applications for welfare checks I I needed last night. After that I fuck my 2/10 hand while thinking about suicide. I then leave without eating breakfast since I no loger can afford it. Next follows the morning wait at the unemployment office gracing other Mathematic PhDs with some worthless insight into my mind and its uneasy grasp on the most worthless degree in human history. The rest of the time is spend developing various faked illnesses to collect more benefits, the results of which will be applied to wasted Medicaid funding and building absolutly nothing of value. As the day winds down I ponder my realistic existence, I have to dig up my degree to remind myself of the painful reality that I do in fact have a PhD in Mathemetics. Finally I fall asleep holding my doctorate and 300k student debt slips in my arms. And then I do it all again.