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*
Little Frustrations
10 years ago
It's going to go great, I'm sure. Remember, no one knows your work better than you do, and your advisor wouldn't have allowed you to defend if he/she didn't think you were ready. Kick ass, and enjoy your celebration and well-deserved hangover on Tuesday :)
ReplyDeleteYou have a captive audience of intelligent people to listen to *you* talk about *your work* for (however many) hours. How often does that happen? Treat it as a gift.
ReplyDeleteCourage!
Good luck--it'll be fine! In any case, it'll soon be over! And that means that it'll be fine! Yay!
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