disintegrating

Just got off the phone with my dissertation director.

Progress is happening, even if it doesn't feel like there's enough of it to go around. I am starting to torment myself with thoughts that I might actually be done--really done--by Wiscon. I don't think that's true, but ye gods and little Buddhas it would be nice.

I've finished the first four items on the most recent to do list. Which means I MUST go to the library this afternoon.

Sometimes I think the worst thing the Albatross has done is that it has made me library-phobic.