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Something in my desk is beeping.

In Which Truepenny Cleans Her Desk

The beeping has been traced, in point of fact, to my watch, which is not in my desk. (I leave it buckled around my purse strap.) How it got set in the first place is a deep mystery; how I'm going to get it unset is an enigma nearly as deep.

However, I have been motivated by wrath to clean my desk, and Mirrorthaw would be the first to tell you that it is not before its time.

So, starting from the top:

The Contents of Truepenny's Desk
[begin 10:57 a.m. | finish 1:09 p.m.]

( On the desktop )

( the cubby )

We pause here to cringe in anticipation.
( the top drawer )

Take a deep breath. We're almost done.
( the bottom drawer )

Whoof.

Dis!

Jacobean chapter weighs in at 87 pages.

It has occurred to me that it would probably be smart, before trying to write a conclusion, to print out what I have and (a.) read it over myself and (b.) force some luckless soul (*cough*heres_luck*cough*) to read over it as well.

And in the meantime, I can go back to the library and do more reading.

*But* I have a complete rough draft of the body of the dissertation, with, if not sufficient, then at least partial secondary reading. And I still have about six weeks left before my self-imposed deadline.

I may just be able to pull this off.

*ahem*

I want for the people on my reading list to stop having craptastic days RIGHT THE FUCK NOW. They none of them deserve it, and I'm running out of platitudes to respond with, which makes me feel even worse about their craptastic days than I already did. (To all of you--and if you feel like you ought to be on this list, you are--I offer sympathy and commiseration and hopes that things will improve pronto.)

You hear me, universe?

All right then.