Thursday, May 15, 2008

7 hours.

The clock is ticking. The boy is sleeping. What is holding me back?

In little more than 7 hours, I will need to not only hand over a finished paper, but also present it. Take questions. Act as if this was a labor of love. As if writing was pleasurable. As if my ideas will really contribute to the betterment of the world.

A performance of a lifetime. On 2.5 hours of sleep.

2 comments:

Emily said...

Oh no. The luck has not turned around. Hope you made it! I'm sure you will exude excitement for your topic regardless of your true feelings.

Hope life gets better!

suzz said...

first of all, your ideas do have value to the world. don't ever put an "as if" in front of that again, or i will stretch my go-go-gadget arm across the heartland and smack you.

second of all, good luck!! i'm pulling for you!

and third of all, i hope things improve rapidly.