Gina

I somehow managed to write another 2500 words today? Holy hell.

I am wrung out now, though. It is ice cream & bad tv o’clock. Then, it is bed o’clock.

I am kind of ON FIRE (go to 2:17) this week.

Just sent my advisor 125 pages of Potential Thesis. Roughly 50 of which are How To Have A Body, which, at this point, might just end up being the WHOLE Thesis?

Good lord. I am really tired, but I am really proud of myself.

Currently putting the verrry finishing touches on my Master’s Thesis. You know, the more I read through this & tweak little bits here & there, the prouder I am, the less anxiety I have about it. I done good, dammit.

So, I was supposed to have a date this afternoon, and had work to get done before the date, and I somehow managed to push through all of it and get it into a good place (including making major progress on my Girl Talk piece, hell yes!). And then my date had to reschedule, which is fine. But now I am like:

a) Oh, wow, now I have a few hours to just… Relax? Have some alone time? That’s awesome, but also the fact that I cannot remember the last time I just had Enjoyable Chill-Out Alone Time (as opposed to “Alone But Working On Things Time”) is definitely something I am noting. :/
b) So apparently dates are really excellent motivators for me to GET THINGS THE HELL DONE. Duly noted!