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bobcatmoranWoke myself up this morning by rolling over and thunking my head against the wall. That pretty much set the tone for the day.
Talked with my advisor and I found out that I will basically have to rewrite my entire capstone for the 2nd draft because I am apparently unable to write in a coherent, focused manner for anything longer then about ten pages (that's why all my fics are so short).
I waited and waited and waited all afternoon for the guys from Idaho to call, only to have them call when I was at dinner. Then I didn't find out about it until about five minutes ago, when I picked up the phone to make a call and discovered that my voice mail indicator has been switched from a blinking light on the phone to a stuttered dial tone. (ETA: And I just remembered that I currently have a "Mall Girl" outgoing message on my voice mail. "HiiiI! You've reached Bobcat, and I can't come to the phone right now 'cuz I'm like at the mall or s'me junk, so you have to like, leave a message, 'kay? 'Kay!" I go through the effort to look all professional in my e-mails to these people and then they call me and get *that.* I sincerely hope they don't think I really talk like that.)
And I have a fecking huge research proposal due by Friday, an even bigger paper due on Monday, and then a third paper due on Tuesday. Number of pages written so far: Zero. (okay, that's totally my fault, but it's still making me stressed and crabby)
Oh, yeah, and I need to somehow find ten volunteers for a Habitat workday by Saturday. Thanks a lot for the advance notice on that, guys. Not.
Talked with my advisor and I found out that I will basically have to rewrite my entire capstone for the 2nd draft because I am apparently unable to write in a coherent, focused manner for anything longer then about ten pages (that's why all my fics are so short).
I waited and waited and waited all afternoon for the guys from Idaho to call, only to have them call when I was at dinner. Then I didn't find out about it until about five minutes ago, when I picked up the phone to make a call and discovered that my voice mail indicator has been switched from a blinking light on the phone to a stuttered dial tone. (ETA: And I just remembered that I currently have a "Mall Girl" outgoing message on my voice mail. "HiiiI! You've reached Bobcat, and I can't come to the phone right now 'cuz I'm like at the mall or s'me junk, so you have to like, leave a message, 'kay? 'Kay!" I go through the effort to look all professional in my e-mails to these people and then they call me and get *that.* I sincerely hope they don't think I really talk like that.)
And I have a fecking huge research proposal due by Friday, an even bigger paper due on Monday, and then a third paper due on Tuesday. Number of pages written so far: Zero. (okay, that's totally my fault, but it's still making me stressed and crabby)
Oh, yeah, and I need to somehow find ten volunteers for a Habitat workday by Saturday. Thanks a lot for the advance notice on that, guys. Not.
