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Currently proofing thesis, before sending it to the publishers tomorrow morning. One hundred and sixty pages of dense material that I know, but can't skim because I need to catch typographical errors that have missed other readings.
By which I mean I'm kinda paranoid that this, in a hundred years, will be the only record of my life, lodged in the dusty depths of the British Library, and that any mistakes I don't catch will be recorded unto eternity. And that future scholars that read it will point and laugh if it isn't utterly perfect in every possible way.
I'm missing one person, and have just made the conscious decision not to go to London on Wednesday to see several other lovely people because I don't really have the time.
When I'm done with this edit-pass, I need to try to finish my CV and make a creditable attempt at writing the paper I should have been writing last week, but had to back-burner due to continuing faults and failures in the project that is my immediate source of funding. More on that later. I have coffee, and an IRC connection, and some Daft Punk on the speakers, to keep me sane and processing.
Tonight, I fear that it may not be enough.
2011/05/30 - Rosemary (21:46)
In the absence of real life presence:
*hugs*
Not the same, but I hope better than nothing...
2011/05/30 - Dan (22:52)
Not the same, but I won't complain.
2011/05/31 - Thomas (18:33)
Good luck with it!
Random online radio link for if you run out of Daft Punk: http://mirrorshades.org/wc/radio.shtml
I've been meaning to send it your way for a while. That site plays similar music to what I remember hearing from your room back in Brighton (of course, this is when you tell me that I've got it all wrong :)