is almost upon us. It is a nice autumn day here. I am really excited. I like my costume this year and I think that we are all planning on living it up. Last night we did some final prep and tried on the finished products. I think that Porter and I were both surprised at how short we cut our skirts. It wasn’t such a big deal until we took the red tulle out from underneath. Then it was painfully obvious that the skirts were, oh I don’t know, about 5 inches shorter than appropriate. But that is what the pub crawl is all about.

Hopefully we will be taking lots of pictures. Good times. Fun times.

A heavy blanket of fog rolls in
Everything turns cold and damp
The road ahead is no longer visibly clear
Perception of depth is skewed
All sense of direction is now lost
It becomes harder to breathe.

or alternatively titled: Why Michelle is never going to get done with her thesis in time.

My co-worker wants me to go back and refit approximately 50 sample spectra. That translates to a week’s worth of analysis. WHICH MEANS that all of the figures that I have made and all of the conclusions that I have drawn ARE GOING. TO. CHANGE.

And this is only for the second paper. Which means that my third chapter may never see the light of day. I don’t know if this is just more complicated than other people’s research or how people actually finish their degree in a timely fashion, but I am so annoyed right now. I am so glad I am working from home this afternoon.

1. Don’t go to a job that you normally love and search variations of the theme “chemicals found in cardboard” for 6 hours. It will make you not love your job anymore.
2. Don’t ask for ideas about jobs for your future when you are not in the mode to believe that you even have a future.
3. Don’t check the statistics of your website a hundred million times to see if The Big A has even given half a rat’s ass about you since he told you his secret.
4. Don’t go to yoga and cry the entire time. Deep breaths are not easy to take, even between sobs.
5. Don’t order things that are shipped by UPS, particularly when UPS likes to screw you and ONLY you when it comes to deliveries.
6. Don’t call your boyfriend after crying severely for about an hour and tell him to call you back. He might assume that your utter hysteria is because someone died and not because UPS refuses to deliver your package.

The new project isn’t going to start until Nov 21. The day of my exit seminar. Giving me three more weeks of uninterrupted writing. I must figure out how I can work from home. If i go into school I will continue to get nothing done. FRUSTRATING.

And soon I will start looking for jobs. And that is going to be fun. Fun like a stomach pump.

Things I hate:
1. Writing my thesis.

Things I love:
1. Anything not related to my thesis.

The end.