And I’m done.
Final paper, ready for editing, seen here with the obligatory glass of editing liquid. 18-page paper for Anglican way merited the dry sherry. (I don’t think the alcohol affects the quality of the paper, but it helps with the second-guessing… so when I turn it in I am happy instead of trapped in self-doubt.)
In the past three weeks I have:
– Knit 10 things (8 of which are pairs of things, so it’s really like 18 things).
– Written 69 pages of material (33 of which are “real” papers, the rest of which are outlines, projects, essay questions, etc.)
– Cooked… three times (Twice if you don’t count those breakfast sandwiches that took five minutes)
– Blogged… four times (But you don’t need me to tell you that)
– Read over 300 pages (That’s not that impressive. Why are you bothering?)
– What? (Seriously. Give it a rest. We all know you have no content, and that’s why you’re doing this dumb list. It’s not that impressive.)
– We? Aren’t you my parenthetical comment? (I let you think that most of the time.)
– I thought the point of alcohol was to reduce self-doubt. (You should really just admit you have a problem.)
– Look who’s talking little miss stuck-in-parentheses. (What makes you think I’m female?)
– …. (Heheh. Gotcha. Of course I’m female; I’m your brain.)
– Thanks, I have enough issues. (Tell me about it.)
– Okay, I’m going to bed. (Don’t let the bedbugs bite.)
(So… anyone know any jokes?)