Oh, I wanted to talk about babies. This too, is a failure. My assumed, completely theoretical, infertility. My ob-gyn tells me I need to have a baby like this year, as I turn 35 in a month. So I’ve failed at that as well. I feel there’s an equal chance I will have a baby as I will enter a Ph.D. program. I observe both with the same ironic distance that’s covering over massive amounts of fear.