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while you’re on my mind

Apparently Bear’s Come-to-Jesus talk is working. I’ve been more productive than usual and last night the only dream I remember was one where Bear kept falling asleep in the grocery store despite me waking him up over and over.

I don’t know why, but I totally didnt get enough sleep last night and am currently clutching my coffee like it’s the only air available to breathe. I am also banging out a pretty decent abstract.

Bear said yesterday I need to keep talking if I’m going to get through this, so there might be more updates than usual while I get through this.

Pssst. Y’all wanna know a secret? It’s a little shameful for a ECE graduate. I use this webpage almost daily. Also, I was the one that introduced AJ to the phrase “Come-to-Jesus talk”. Not surprisingly, those of Jewish descent don’t really use that phrase.

(Linda, lyric is “this is the last song that I write while you’re even on my mind” from Noah and the Whale, “Blue Skies”)

 

we’ve got time left to be crazy

Its making me sad that a post titled Total Failure is up top on my blog. So despite having both too much and too little to say, I’m dropping in. I had meant to do a year in review for 2011. I might do it anways in a little while. I do love them because they allow you to see the year as a whole and that tends to be a hard thing to do otherwise.

Bear and I have been a little homesick lately. We went to visit his mom’s for Christmas. It was an amazingly lovely visit. Bear and I played and relaxed. We had lots of good food and conversation and celebration. I’m extremely happy that I’m developing a good relationship with my mother-in-law. She’s an admirable, complex woman. I even liked the traveling to and from because Bear and I rode the commuter rail and taxi and plane together. That’s kinda sappy isn’t it?

I’ve also been a little freaked out. I’ve had many many nightmares about awful job interviews and defenses and meetings with my advisor. Every night for about 3 weeks now. Bear had to try and give me a come to Jesus talk last night because I’ve been rabbiting about like I can somehow avoid my thesis and defense and getting a job. Didn’t help that I was feeling kinda adrift because I hadn’t heard from my advisor in weeks despite sending her emails. Just found out today though that she WAS sending stuff. Apparently my school email got cut out. Apparently also, I should have said a lot freaked out. I really want to finish if only so that I can get out from under all of this mess.

(linda, I stole the lyric from fun. “the gambler” except the real lyric is we’ve got time left to be lazy.)