I just sent the fic in. It's over, and I'm very pleased with myself.
In about ten minutes, fits of self-doubt will begin, and carry through until it is posted. Ah, well, such is the price we pay.
I had a semi-intelligent post that I wanted to do today, but instead I am posting a to-do list and then having a bath so I can read the new Robin McKinley.
24 November - Graduating Essay proposal due (have first draft done for Friday, to show advisor)
25 November - Theory paper, either Lacan or Cixous or Zizek (you can see the immense amount of planning that has gone into this)
1 December - Shakespeare essay (possibly As You Like It and Merchant of Venice?), Seventeenth Century lit essay (Marvell? Milton? Donne? I know not!), Irish Lit essay (Bowen's Heat of the Day and Moore's Lonely Passion of Judith Hearn-style/POV)
And then I shall be into my exams. Eeeeeeek. Wish me luck, my darlings!
Oooh, and as a gift to myself for finishing, I am purchasing a paid account! *wields credit card*
Yay, iconses.