Div-freedom and sad times

Dudley, the cat I've had since I was 5, had to be put down yesterday. I feel like he's been with us forever--I honestly can't remember not having him around. It's kind of weird to think, though, that we got him just as I was starting kindergarten and he died just as I'm graduating college. He was a good cat, and I'll miss him terribly.

Two of the three people on my committee are apparently trying to make me have a panic attack, but the third one told me to tell those two to "go fuck themselves." Can I do that?

Also, some asshole took the comfy chair that was at my carrel and replaced it with a chair that feels like despair and bruises.

THURSDAY. So close. I just want to be done!

Div-piphany!

You know when you're just minding your own business, reading a super-long paper, and you have a sudden realization and totally understand what your random, seemingly meaningless data (that even your committee can't interpret) means? Yeah. That's awesome.

For the first time all year, I am excited about my work. It feels really good. I guess this is what the Div III process is supposed to be like? I mean, I'm still going to be in the library all night tonight and probably tomorrow night as well, but now I actually know what I'm writing about instead of just pulling words out of my ass. Well done, Lily's Brain.

ARGH. I HATE STATISTICS!

Runnin' from the cold up in New England

Going home today. I have to pack a TON of stuff that I don't need here anymore; I really need to start shedding belongings, because I don't know what I'm going to do with everything this summer. I guess I can leave a ton of stuff packed in my car, which is not going to Nantucket with me, but that seems unwise. Psh, I'll figure it out later, I'm good at that.

Champagne Thursday is ON when I get home. Also, the last of Ellie's sisters to get married is doing so on Saturday, and if I know the couple at all (which I do) the reception's going to be freakin' sweet, for realz.

It's so cold in my house! And the cat just made a noise like someone stepped on him... Meowwwwww!

Rest in my arms, sleep in my bed

Div III just ate my soul for two weeks, but it's back now. Which is good, because I haven't done laundry or bought groceries or been fun in way too long.

I'm going home for spring break, and it's going to be freakin' sweet. The weather is SO NICE already. Winter can suck a dick. Also, Flora will maybe come down (RIGHT?!) and The Boy might might come down and it will be a whole bunch of awesome people in one place of awesomeness.

By the way, space heaters are the greatest invention ever.

Snow days mean:

Day drinking! And trying to do work, I guess.

I have been having the hardest time concentrating lately. I know I'm behind, but I somehow can't keep the fire lit under my ass long enough to get anything done. It's a Div slump. It doesn't help that every time I go to write something I stumble across some more reading I should do.

It's about time to collect data though; that should rev me up a bit, I guess. But by golly do I just want to be finished.