This is me breathing

a sigh of relief. Not only did my adviser give me until Monday, she said I could turn it in next Friday if I needed that long. I haven't responded to the second email yet, since I'm not sure if I really want to take that long, and because if I take that long it will need to be even more brilliant, but it's nice to now I can take that long, and let's face it I probably will.

I didn't get as much done with PF as I wanted to yesterday, and I purposefully didn't drink coffee after midnight so that I couldn't sleep when I went to bed at 8am again like the night before, but I did get probably fifty pages closely read and post-it'ed or noted on my computer. I also took Cat's Cradle to bed with me at 5:30 and post-it'ed over half of it, flagging mentions of Bokononism in yellow and ice-nine in blue, before turning off the light at 7am. One of these days I will go to bed before the sun comes up and get up before it is setting. It's winter - the days are short.

Today I was going to do a quick (quick, ha!) rewrite of the last short story I completed, which I haven't worked on in a while, to send in for the fiction contest for the literary seminar I'm going to in St. Petersburg this summer. The deadline is tomorrow. I could send it as is, but it's not good. It's amazing that I haven't been writing creatively for a long time, other than notes on cocktail napkins or snippets in the back of my class notebooks, and that reading the first paragraph was painful. It's just not as good as I know I could write now, which is weird because I haven't been writing (fiction). I think there's too much work to be done on it to get done in the next hour, however, so I'm just going to skip it. I already have a tuition scholarship of 20% from the contest for last year (I deferred admission), and I can't send in something I don't fully endorse as the best work I can do. For some reason, I haven't thought about my thesis in that way, and I need to... Just thought of that.

The reason I'm leaving in an hour, incidentally, is that our temporary roommate is leaving tomorrow for good, going back to middle America, so we're going to dinner and then painting the town a bit. For old times' sake. Not that we need an excuse.