How To Disappear Completely

I don't want to talk to you, just read my paper

I sort of wish I was back in the undergraduate world, where I study like mad and then write for an hour and then hand the thing in and scram. I've decided I don't like the "let's simulate a conference and present papers" as much because it means I have to deal with the stage fright in addition to the whole "oh, do I really know everything I could possibly know and still manage to pull a good grade out of this?" jitters. I mean, I am sitting here in the library feeling pretty much done and wondering what I can do in the next hour and a half to improve this any more and just wanting to get it all over with and realizing that I have to sit through two presentations before me and think of intelligent questions while I mentally pysche myself up for an engaging performance. On the other hand, this is so exactly like juries. So I guess it won't be so bad.

I am quoting Scripture in the paper. I haven't done that for a while. I've missed it.

On the bright side, Sarah-twin and I have a movie date for tonight. It will be a great de-stresser.

And after that, I only have to convert the paper to a journal article style format and then I am done for the semester and can attack my slippery thesis with renewed vim and vigor.

I decided last night, when I remembered that I hadn't put my latest auto insurance papers in the car yet and couldn't recall which book I had so helpfully put them in for safe keeping and praying fervently that the book wasn't a library book and then discovering the papers sitting right there on my desk next to my laptop--I decided then and there, friends, that tomorrow is the Great Organization Day. I shall refuse to go to bed till EVERYTHING (including my desktop and email) are sorted, labeled, and thereby controlled for life. The auto insurance papers are in the auto now. Accordingly, I also decided the glove box needs sorting out, as well as the back seat of the car. So tomorrow I have a project. If you catch me blogging tomorrow, yell at me "Did you finish organizing yet??" Accountability is key.

But home comes Friday.