Still breathing. Kinda.
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stillaneHi folks. This is just a quick update lest ye think I've shuffled off this mortal coil.
No, I'm not dead. Although... but we'll come back to that. First, the good. I am officially among the graduated. Whee! I remain slightly confused about the diploma process for double majors (anyone who knows: should that second major be listed? It worries me that it isn't), but overall am thrilled with the whole thing. Next up, find work.
The Advisor has offered first author status on the resulting paper from my thesis work. It's going to mean more stressing in the next few months, but FIRST AUTHOR. Am very excited. Also, more sharks in jars. Yay!
Of the not so great: Dad's surgery is on Monday, so the weekend is going to be tense. We're still working out recovery stuff, too, which is dicey. Keep your fingers crossed.
The non-profit org I've been interviewing with keeps rescheduling on me, which makes me nervous. We shall see.
And, to return to the 'slightly dead' mention earlier, somewhere in the midst of it all, I managed to acquire something very Strep-like. They're getting back to me with the culture results, but I'm on the antibiotics in any case. For whatever reason, Strep always makes me feel worse than anything else. So, much sleeping is occurring hereabouts, and if I owe you a call or comment or hello, please know I'll get there eventually.
Oh, and one more on the good team. My dog. I love my dog. He keeps stretching out next to my bed at night and refusing to move, come hell or high water, until I'm awake in the morning. He doesn't go outside, he doesn't eat, nothing until I'm ready to be conscious. Also, he's all quiet and lacking in rambunciousness while I'm sick. For a two-year-old Golden, that's not bad.
That's about it for now. Thanks for hanging in there with me through the crazy.
No, I'm not dead. Although... but we'll come back to that. First, the good. I am officially among the graduated. Whee! I remain slightly confused about the diploma process for double majors (anyone who knows: should that second major be listed? It worries me that it isn't), but overall am thrilled with the whole thing. Next up, find work.
The Advisor has offered first author status on the resulting paper from my thesis work. It's going to mean more stressing in the next few months, but FIRST AUTHOR. Am very excited. Also, more sharks in jars. Yay!
Of the not so great: Dad's surgery is on Monday, so the weekend is going to be tense. We're still working out recovery stuff, too, which is dicey. Keep your fingers crossed.
The non-profit org I've been interviewing with keeps rescheduling on me, which makes me nervous. We shall see.
And, to return to the 'slightly dead' mention earlier, somewhere in the midst of it all, I managed to acquire something very Strep-like. They're getting back to me with the culture results, but I'm on the antibiotics in any case. For whatever reason, Strep always makes me feel worse than anything else. So, much sleeping is occurring hereabouts, and if I owe you a call or comment or hello, please know I'll get there eventually.
Oh, and one more on the good team. My dog. I love my dog. He keeps stretching out next to my bed at night and refusing to move, come hell or high water, until I'm awake in the morning. He doesn't go outside, he doesn't eat, nothing until I'm ready to be conscious. Also, he's all quiet and lacking in rambunciousness while I'm sick. For a two-year-old Golden, that's not bad.
That's about it for now. Thanks for hanging in there with me through the crazy.
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Date: 2006-06-02 07:06 pm (UTC)About the sick: I think I've progressed to 'mostly living'. Mostly vertical, in any case. My doctor has given up on me, I think. She just sort of sighed and said, "For what it's worth, sleep, you fool." And then I realized that school is over, and I actually can. That was a good moment. *g*
About congratulation and such: Thank you, again. Also, all discussions of employment shall henceforth be held in rude mutterings. They are scary, and I am studiously ignoring the need for income. *g*
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Date: 2006-06-07 05:01 pm (UTC)Rude mutterings and a lot of rude gestures. *g*
The realisation that sleep is a viable possibility comes slow doesn't it? I remember finishing the first time around (yes, I am stupid) and just killing myself from exhaustion by sleeping even less than normal until I realised that I needn't feel guilty for closing my eyes. Crazy idea.