turning nocturnal
being suddenly told to produce a detailed outline of my thesis out of thin air (and a one-page summary of same in non-technical language, and some more propaganda about why i am cool) on one week's notice is unnerving as well as hectic. i am mostly ok with the abstract fact of graduating next year; but writing down a timeline of exactly how i'm going to get expunged from this happy world of familiar people and buildings, of friend-ly costudents and caring advisor, into the great gaping outer void -- i'm decidedly notOK with that.