I love this icon.
So I have been at the library working on my second chapter for the last three-and-a-half hours solid--no LJ or Minesweeper or Hey What CSI Reruns Are On Tonight breaks--and my brain is pan-fried. In that time, I've rewritten twelve really shitty pages pages (double-spaced) that I'm probably going to have to cut down to six or eight, but now I've gotten to the part where I stopped in the last draft, and I have to, er, soldier on, and I don't wanna, my argument is collapsing like a muddy trench with rats in it and blah blah blah blah blah, how tired are you guys of reading about my thesis angst? XD
I swear my advisor told me to have Chapter 1 rewritten in a cleaned-up form by Wednesday. When I emailed her Sunday, she replied Monday morning saying no, she'd said Chapter 2. Which she totally didn't, but I don't have proof of that so whatever. I'm fixing up Chapter 2 now. And by "fixing" I mean "actually writing the hard parts like the comparison between Owen and Whitman on which my entire thesis rests."
I don't think it matters which CSI reruns are on tonight. ;)
I'm going to finish this page and then wander over to the new student center to see if the $10-a-week meal plan bonus is real or not. And I will read my Ancient Greece book, because I have nothing else with me. Except Whitman, and I just can't deal with old Walter right now.