I’m awake. It’s past midnight. I’ve been working on my paper.
Feel like “done” is just a few hours away.
I’ve whittled it down from 11,000 words to a nice, manageable 7,100.
Out of 20 pages, only 6 need reworking.
It’s not the most stellar stuff I’ve put to pixels, but I’m comforting myself with how much better it will be than the next piece of crap which I have left myself only five days to churn out. That one should hit the professor’s desk still steaming.
, I may take you up on your kind and very misguided offer of editage.
Going to see on the weekend, although probably not for long, it will be nice.
Next weekend, the bulk of this ongoing nonsense should be over.
Looked at my Old English paper (the dark horse, third paper which I refuse to think about at this time).
It’s workable. There’s 5000 words there, and a solid bibliography. I think I can get it done by the end of May.
I will repeat my mantra: JUST HAND IT IN. Whatever it is. HAND IT IN.