sheepish
I talked with my Primary Editor last night (i.e. my mother) and she tells me that the paper does not suck. I still have to wrestle it into the required shape but I think I'm actually mostly done. I had a nice little freak-out at the coffee shop last night thinking that I had written the most god-awful 23 pages of utter crap ever created. "I'll never finish it!" I moaned. "And even if I managed to finish, it would cause my instructor to keel over in a horrible, bloody, eyeball-transmitted death." Mama and quantum_dancer talked me down out of the tree. This morning, things look much rosier. I ought to finish this weekend. It probably is the work of excellence I'd hoped for, though I can't yet see it. I'll let you know. And then we can talk about something else! Because jeez, could I be any less interesting with the updates lately? paper blah blah dogs blah blah paper blah paper.