A Short Fiction Piece — Leila woke up, the morning of her PhD dissertation defense. She’d stand up, herself against her 5 advisors, and defend every last detail of her graduate work. She snagged a hair-tie, quickly, to tie back the mess before she puked her guts up in the toilet. Any day you reached the toilet is a good day. It briefly occured how pathetic a standard that was, but she ralphed a few more times and got it out of her system.
