My body has clearly taken note of the impending (tomorrow!!) defense. My stomach is kind of churning, and I have trouble focusing on anything right now. This morning got off to a terrible start, which has contributed to my nerves. In the wee hours this morning, I had to call the cops on my dumbass upstairs neighbor for refusing to tone down the party at 4AM. Then, while I caught up on my missed sleep in the late morning, some douchebag spam artist hacked into my Gmail account and sent Viagra ads to everyone I know. Hell of a way to start a Sunday, I tell you.
And I'm freaking defending tomorrow! Jesus Christ on a bike! How the fuck am I going to get to sleep tonight? (Earplugs will help against noise, but this semester has been particularly rough on my serenity at bedtime. Lacking a better plan, I'm having a few glasses of merlot -- enough, as I hope, to help soothe me to sleep, but not so much that I wake up hungover on exactly the wrong day for that.
I'd like to point out, by the way, that although I certainly don't relish having a hangover, I reserve the right to be hungover on Tuesday morning without anyone mocking me for it.
It's a rite of passage. It's just a rite of passage in a well-understood progression of rites.
I will be fine. I can do this.
I will defend my dissertation successfully tomorrow because there is no reason I should not.
*shakily pours second glass of merlot*
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