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The life relaxing
Nov. 27th, 2004 08:20 pmThis is technically my last day of vacation, as I am scheduled at the 'Mart tomorrow. Thankfully, it's only for the morning, and not the closing shift. The Bemo and I are dogsitting/housesitting in an immense palace of a house where we rattle around like two dried peas, but it has a jaccuzi bathtub that makes life worth living.
I have managed to write two more pages on That Damned Thesis. Technically isn't a thesis, it's a graduate paper, but saying That Damned Graduate Paper doesn't have the same ring to it, does it? I think I need to send it off to Little Hussy to read over, because I am worried that it is vastly incoherent and she will whip me into shape if necessary. I've got it in my head that I need to email it to my advisor, who should be given the opportunity to advise me, but I admit to being terrified to do so. I'll have to screw up my courage and just mail it off. He's been a very sweet person ever since he got tenure.
I have managed to write two more pages on That Damned Thesis. Technically isn't a thesis, it's a graduate paper, but saying That Damned Graduate Paper doesn't have the same ring to it, does it? I think I need to send it off to Little Hussy to read over, because I am worried that it is vastly incoherent and she will whip me into shape if necessary. I've got it in my head that I need to email it to my advisor, who should be given the opportunity to advise me, but I admit to being terrified to do so. I'll have to screw up my courage and just mail it off. He's been a very sweet person ever since he got tenure.
