dispersion, part 1

(Thanks to lisajulie for post title.)

The manuscript is at the copy-shop. Of course, the one time when I'm actually anxious about getting the copies done is the one time when they can't just slap them in a copier and go. Sometime this afternoon, the woman said. argh.

But. Have emailed committee, all five of them, to let them know the dis is coming. New conference date is November 4th at 10 a.m. And there is honestly and totally nothing more that I can do at the moment. Except fret. I'm good at fretting.

Shall go now and try to find something to distract myself with.

Dispersion, part 2

Or: the Attack of Santa Claus's Evil Deranged Academic Twin

Five copies of my dissertation are now in five separate mailboxes, despite the best efforts of the university's architecture and parking regulations to thwart me.

I am free from that fucking albatross.

Except for the defense and writing the abstract for Bell and Howells and whatever my committee wants done to it and ...

Never mind.

For now, I am free from that FUCKING albatross.

Go Team Me.