Nora's paper finally finished, I didn't sleep at all last night. Really. Not even a cat nap.
I feel tired but not yet destroyed, and giddy, though I don't yet feel the massive relief of having sent that paper off and away. I will not take another incomplete ever if I can at all help it.
Now I have Keith's paper and grading, grading, grading. Seems to be the mantra of the sisterhood of thirty-something, blogging, early academics. I'm a few steps behind the cohort. I wanted to believe that I'm learning my way out of procrastination, but these people are just as bad in their real jobs as I am in grad school. There may not be hope. hah.
On a sadder note, [note as 'nogt'?], today is Erich's death day. I can't think of him without thinking of Emily, as I imagine them partying together somewhere in the afterlife I don't really believe in. But I'd like to think there's a nice bar somewhere they can hang out at. Preferably outdoors in the sun. They always did care for each other, and I loved them both.
I miss you, my friends.
Erich Blough 12.13.97
Emily Harmon 3.13.04
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