i think this makes me a code monkey
well, I think that's my coding finished. It's all in a big-ass Excel spreadsheet that I'm going to have to find some sort of way to print out. The intro is... being touched up in fits and starts. I can write the analysis in three days, yes? I have all of my data sorted so all I have to do is put it into prose, tie it together and explain why it matters. On the 4th, I'll make sure the intro is done before my evening cover class. Conclusion over the following week, and have the week after for making it into something I'm proud of. That will be the plan. When I get back from Paris I'll have another week to scan it for typos. (Jeff says that I shouldn't, in theory, need supervision at all in September. I wonder if this is just because he gets tired of it. At any rate, if I don't have it, I don't have it. Okay, no, that would suck. So we'll see how tough he is about it.)
Is that possible? It all sounds so easy with every schedule and reschedule I make, but it ends up taking so much longer than I think.
Also, yesterday I left the house with K for some fresh air and ended up finding a gorgeous dress to wear to Toni's wedding. It's so amazing, it's silky and pretty and it makes me feel like I'm on the red carpet when I wear it. That's why it's called the red carpet dress. It came with the revelation from K that I'm an autumn-colours person, so I should wear oranges and golds. I've always worn cool colors and jewel tones. Why did no one tell me this in the last 23 years? I may have to rethink my aversion to burnt umber.
Back to Toni, tomorrow I have to go searching for this Scottish drinking cup they want me to find in Ireland. Suggestions? I'm going to the Book of Kells gift shop and House of Ireland but I can't think of many other places to look.
J's coming back from Electric Picnic tomorrow and spending a short amount of time here before going home to do a lot of his own work.
Apparently Z's newest thing is he eats treif. I saw it coming from last Yom Kippur, when he went out to lunch for his birthday rather than go to services (not to mention his whole character towards The Man since about when he got to college, which has pretty much been "I do things because you tell me, but I don't grok the reason so I resent doing them"). I don't feel hurt or betrayed in any way - I'm all about doing whatever your own thing is! It's just funny because I feel like he's acting exactly like the Irish schoolchildren. In a way it also makes me question my own choices, him being my brother and all, but then again my personal kashrut is such a solid part of my foundation that it would take a MAJOR upheaval to turn me into a shrimpivore. Besides, I've got J's turkey bacon from his trip to GA and when I go in October I'll totally buy more. Lolz.
My stomach's been unhappy the past few days. I've decided it's a combination of major dissertation stress, consistently not sleeping enough (remedied that last night with ten hours), and eating too quickly. K agreed that I do a nervous gulping of food, especially recently. I can do something about, in theory, all of those. In practice I'm definitely starting to eat more deliberately. It's nice to enjoy the food.
Don't think I'll be getting much more done tonight, so it's bedtime. Tomorrow I'm gonna write that Methods section and half of my analysis, dagblammit!
And finally! We got a fan in the upstairs bathroom on Friday. This is a big improvement!
Is that possible? It all sounds so easy with every schedule and reschedule I make, but it ends up taking so much longer than I think.
Also, yesterday I left the house with K for some fresh air and ended up finding a gorgeous dress to wear to Toni's wedding. It's so amazing, it's silky and pretty and it makes me feel like I'm on the red carpet when I wear it. That's why it's called the red carpet dress. It came with the revelation from K that I'm an autumn-colours person, so I should wear oranges and golds. I've always worn cool colors and jewel tones. Why did no one tell me this in the last 23 years? I may have to rethink my aversion to burnt umber.
Back to Toni, tomorrow I have to go searching for this Scottish drinking cup they want me to find in Ireland. Suggestions? I'm going to the Book of Kells gift shop and House of Ireland but I can't think of many other places to look.
J's coming back from Electric Picnic tomorrow and spending a short amount of time here before going home to do a lot of his own work.
Apparently Z's newest thing is he eats treif. I saw it coming from last Yom Kippur, when he went out to lunch for his birthday rather than go to services (not to mention his whole character towards The Man since about when he got to college, which has pretty much been "I do things because you tell me, but I don't grok the reason so I resent doing them"). I don't feel hurt or betrayed in any way - I'm all about doing whatever your own thing is! It's just funny because I feel like he's acting exactly like the Irish schoolchildren. In a way it also makes me question my own choices, him being my brother and all, but then again my personal kashrut is such a solid part of my foundation that it would take a MAJOR upheaval to turn me into a shrimpivore. Besides, I've got J's turkey bacon from his trip to GA and when I go in October I'll totally buy more. Lolz.
My stomach's been unhappy the past few days. I've decided it's a combination of major dissertation stress, consistently not sleeping enough (remedied that last night with ten hours), and eating too quickly. K agreed that I do a nervous gulping of food, especially recently. I can do something about, in theory, all of those. In practice I'm definitely starting to eat more deliberately. It's nice to enjoy the food.
Don't think I'll be getting much more done tonight, so it's bedtime. Tomorrow I'm gonna write that Methods section and half of my analysis, dagblammit!
And finally! We got a fan in the upstairs bathroom on Friday. This is a big improvement!