Tuesday, January 19, 2010

In Which I Am Behind. Again.

I just got an email from my research professor- you know, the research project that has been lurking in the background, making ominous intellectual noises at me since well before Thanksgiving.

She wants to know "what my status" is, and assures me that she is "not worried" about my ability to complete these burgeoning, 45 single-spaced paged, beast by the submission deadline we set together.

It's a good thing that one of isn't worried. I am expected to reply. I suppose that "crappity crap crap" is not the credited response.

A person should not have to go into writing hibernation this early in the semester.


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...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson