That's What She Said Yeah. I like it hard. You heard me.   I
make things difficult. And no, I'm not just talking about the
fact that I may or may not be *slightly* neurotic and therefore
complicate the life of any poor sucker within a 10 mile radius,
but sincerely and truly, I seem to be on some lifelong goal to
make every task I endeavor to perform 10 times more difficult
than it needs to be.  And I'm proud of it.  When I was in
college, I had a roommate for my last couple of years. My
roommate's parents were professors at the university we
attended, so she had the benefit of free tuition. She worked a
job for money, yes, but her parents also gave her a generous
(well, it seemed generous to me anyway) stipend every month to
pay her rent, groceries, etc.  I, however, busted my butt in
college. I grew up in Texas, but went to college in Ohio, and I
paid a fortune in out of state fees my first two years***. And
with the exception of my first year (it took me five years to
finish up my Bachelor's), I paid for it