I keep saying or thinking, "I really need to start working on my thesis." This is nonsensical on several levels. First of all, I've already written papers on two of the novels, which (among other things) means I've read the novels several times. Second, I have a huge amount of research on Pale Fire because not only did I write a paper on it, I have been planning on using it for my thesis for months now, which means I have a 25-page annotated bibliography on that book alone. Third, none of this is new. And neither am I.
To do for tomorrow:
1. take my external hard drive to see if they can retrieve any of my data (yeah, fried hard drive - woohoo!)
2. pick up Hattenhauer's book on Shirley Jackson from the library
3. go to the dept office to fill out a form
4. read, read, read
I can do that. 52 days is one page/day. One bite at a time. *chomp*
And tonight I'm going to spend an hour studying Spanish. Because I'm also trying to study four languages. In addition to English, of course. No sweat. And... go.
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