Done! Done done done done DONE!

Well, after I turn it in in five, six, ten minutes.

I am not looking at it again, because I hate it so. I hate myself so, too. I am going to go jump off the fifth floor balcony as soon as I hand it in.

Or, at least, I want to. Except I have class! At 2:30! With QAD! WOE! MAXIMUM, EMO WOE!

*sigh*

You know, I'm really fine working here alone...except around this time, when for no explainable reason, it starts to get AWFULLY creepy. I had to move off the laptop because I would face the door, and I'd look up at the window (which is gridded with wires) and really, really expect to see something there. (Which reminds me: once while Ducky and I ( Read more... )

Notes for the moment:
I really wish my eyes did not hurt right now. It doesn't exactly motivate one to work ( Read more... )

Have finished second comp ( Read more... )

Have just gone back and titled all posts to resemble header above.  ('Cept Comp I vs. Comp II.)  Yay! for a tiny bit of order in the universe ( Read more... )

I changed my mind about Linguistics. I'm gonna go work the night shift at a local hotel instead.

This is it, the writing night. Of course, I have already been shown up by two, possibly three of the other comps participants in terms of finishing things off, but to hell with 'em. They don't have to argue against argument structure, now DO THEY ( Read more... )

I might be able to do this.

I just might.

But right now, I'm getting my ass to bed.  I have some sixteen hours of writing to do tomorrow.  Whee?

...where you read a word/phrase over and over again, so much that you no longer know what it means?

ARGH. 

It's a busy week leading to a busier one. (Thus the breaking out of this particular icon...)  Of the four candidates we're considering for the position in the Ling department, two come this week; one (Radetsky) has already been here, and the other (Croft) is coming tomorrow.  I'll be joining him for a campus tour and lunch at Shogun, which means ( Read more... )