Well, there it is. I sent off Chapter 4 to my advisor just this moment. I guess it is an accomplishment, but since I did most of the work on it months ago, it feels rather anticlimactic. Less of a victory and more like one less chore on a very, very long list. And since I’m pretty terrified of him in general, just because of what he is, not because of who he is, I suppose it is a pretty significant accomplishment.
Even though it may feel a little like it is adding a bit more stress – since it takes me one more step to the defense which I dread almost as much as, if not more, than childbirth and/or death (in that order). For those of you new to the story, I was pretty badly scarred by my oral exams, during which I was basically terrorized by a former advisor. (Which was confirmed for me years later by one of my committee members who sat silently on the sidelines as it was happening. Yeah, thanks a ton, dude.) Anyway, since then I’ve been really really really afraid of the defense. So much so that I think that I just may have perhaps been dragging my heels on this whole thing just a little bit (ha!) so that I wouldn’t have to go through something like that again at the defense. I suppose, though, that since I survived childbirth, and hey, in my memory it wasn’t even so bad (what is up with that hormonally induced craziness???) maybe this will also be not so bad. And, also, I am so fucking tired of being afraid of this, I think it is time to just get it over with.
I guess that’s a good enough reason for going on as any, eh?
So tomorrow I’ll be back to working on that article, after I drive to campus and attend an important meeting. Oh yeah, and unload a whole trunkfull of books and crap into my office. Since I cleaned all of my junk out of the room formerly known as my office now known as the Gadlet’s room and moved my “office” into a 2’x3′ corner of the upstairs hallway, there’s a lot of junk that no longer fits into my new revised office space. (Which is working pretty well, actually!)
Blueberries make for blue poop in the blue potty.
Yep, she’s a-shitting in the potty at nine months. It goes like this:
Gadlet: Staring off into space with great concentration. “Ba.”
Stewgad: “Hm. Whacha doin’, Gadlet?”
Gadlet: Grunting and Straining. “Ba.”
Stewgad: “Oh! Pooping!!” Grabs Gadlet, runs upstairs, pulls potty into bedroom, strips down baby with lickety-split, plops kid on small potty.
Gadlet: “Ba.” Poops.
Stewgad: “Huzzah!! Well Done Gadlet! No poopy diapers to wash!”
Yep, two weeks and counting since I had to clean poop out of a cloth diaper. The kid is a very precocious pooper. I wonder if I can put that on her preschool applications?
Cheers, y’all. I’ll check back in tomorrow.