I have NOT been doing enough work on grad. applications. At all. It's so overwhelming...and annoying. I'm hoping to get some work done tonight, but that damn personal statement is looming over my head like the blackest cloud of impending doom that ever there was and it makes me want to cover my head with my blankey, stick my fingers in my ears and sing the theme from Dallas loudly, modulating at the end of each iteration until everything goes away. Plus...writing samples? Glagh. Does anyone else want to go through every paper I wrote between 1993 and 1998 and pick the best ones? No? I don't blame you. Here's me wishing I had some brilliant piece of writing, researched over the ten years I was out of school and crafted into a beautiful, succinct thesis. Crap crap crap.
Baby steps, I know. It'll all be fine.
It's all Buffy's fault. We're up to season six. Why do I get so sucked into these things?
We went to the library to vote yesterday. We waited for an hour. It was pretty painless. We got stickers.
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