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I’m happy to announce that my creative component work is coming along well. Aside from the buttload of editing work that undoubtedly still needs to get done (but somehow doesn’t count as “work” in my head), I only have to make a few substantial edits to the website and write the conclusion to my creative component. I should be on track to get my final draft to my major professor by Sunday or Monday. It’s turning out to be a big bugger, too: I’m guessing it’ll be over 80 pages long, not counting appendixes, and a bit shy of 100 pages counting ‘em.

That probably sounds horribly long to some people out in AudienceLand not Grad School Inclined, and maybe even a little short to you Audibles out there writing theses right now. To the former, I would say this: Most of my life for the last five or six weeks has revolved around writing this thing. Not researching… that was done earlier. Just writing. It almost feels like it should be twice that length by now. To the latter: hey now, I’m having to build a website to go with this thing, too. Plus it’s a touch frustrating to know I’m writing this much and it’s not even going to be archived by the library. At least yours has a ~chance~ (however small) of being read someday.

I have decided I don’t really like the dead period between sending out a resume and waiting for a response. There’s nothing I can do to accelerate the process. I can’t even really check on the progress of the process for the most part. Sigh. At this moment, I have my resume out to four companies I’d like to work for, and I’ve only heard back from two of them regarding positions I’m not ideally interested in. I figure I’ll be picky for a few more weeks, until I decide to panic and take the first job willing to pay me enough to survive on ramen and day-old bread.

Speaking of living economically (it’s a stretch, I know), I’m considering moving. Now, before you lovely relatives of mine hyperventilate at the thought, I’m only considering moving about ten feet south. Literally. There’s a one bedroom apartment available across the hall, and I’m toying with the idea of taking it. The rent would be less, the location would be the same, and I could quit feeling guilty about having eight rooms to my lonesome.

Anyways, Dana should be here in a few for a goodnight kiss (the extent of our time together on average these days), so I’m going to go make it look like I’ve been sitting on the couch watching TV for the last six hours.