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[nimiety]

There is nothing between me and completion except for the verbal gluing-together of Chapter 1 from its fragmentary chunks. Not formatting. Not citation. Not edits on the introduction, conclusion, or Chapter 2. Not the tracking down of an obscure source. Not working on the formatting of my Appendix, because I can't do shit on that 'til I get

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[kayjaywhy]

Awesome, awesome, awesome! You can do it. You can totally do it!

Tonight, some time between 12:30 and 1:30 am, a man will knock on your door. When you let him in, he will kiss you and hold you tightly. For a brief moment which will feel like an eternity, time will stop and the anticipation of deadlines will vanish and all you will feel is the joy of a lover's embrace. Then, as suddenly as it began, the moment will be over. But you will feel revitalized, ready to wrap up the last of the work that needs to be done, happy in the knowledge that the next time you sleep, you will sleep in the arms of your beloved.

[nimiety]

Do I know the man?

P.S. ...are you secretly Gerty MacDowell? She talks like that, too! Sort of. You should read more novelettes.

...Oh God. Thesis spiral. "Nausicaa." Help. Help. Help.

[kayjaywhy]

Isn't Gertie the one who thinks she's bright and cultured but in fact is kind of a simpleton? I have a sneaking suspicion I should be offended. On the other hand, I do gleefully refer to myself as a dilettante…

[nimiety]

That is how other people read her. Me not so much.