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May. 13th, 2013 12:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardUgh. Baking disaster tonight. Obviously that was a cake I was attempting to bake for my class tomorrow, so now I have to decide whether to beg off or try something else if I get up early enough. I won't even eat that thing, I'm not feeding it to anyone I know and respect. (Let's start with: I know how to bake cakes, I should not have followed those instructions so closely. Also that was a shit-ton of butter and I didn't need that much and now I have no butter. Also I should have put it in a different pan. Also I shouldn't have attempted to do anything that involved that much arm work when I have a bum wrist anyway. Among other things.)
Sadly the baking disaster ate up my evening; the only thing I salvaged from it was a sort-of outline for the presentation-I'm-supposed-to-do-tomorrow/paper-I-have-to-write-for-next-week. Except it kind of devolved into notes like "don't spend too much time on this b/c you don't know anything about it" and "What Were Those Tricksy Romans Up To, Anyway?" So this will clearly go swimmingly, on top of me freaking out about my dissertation proposal and wondering if they'll kick me out if it isn't in on time. (Also I'm realizing how much having to drop my honors thesis last year is affecting the way I think about this dissertation. Like, I still think about my honors thesis and go, "I am a failure, I didn't deserve to graduate," along with, "Man, the classics department at Tulane really fucked me up."
On the bright side, my left wrist hasn't been in whimpering (not screaming) pain since Friday. Or possibly since some point yesterday, but Friday is the last actual point I can remember. On the other hand (heh), my right wrist has decided to act up instead. ON THE EVEN BETTER SIDE, I may or may not have picked up a cold somewhere, because right now we can combine the "oh shit everyone's back at school bearing germs" plague with the "oh god finals stress stress stress DEATH" plague. I'm hoping I can head the damn thing off early with liberal applications of chamomile tea with honey -- actually, no honey right now, because I can't bear the sweetness on top of the disaster that was that cake -- and this cold & flu medicine that is, alas, not NyQuil by has a much cuter name.
Oh, bugger, I said that about my left wrist not hurting and RIGHT ON CUE it twinged. NO STOP THAT.
I finally got through to my parents on Skype and what I got out of that conversation is that my mother wants me to see my dad's coworker's teacher's husband's acupuncturist. Or possibly that my dad's teacher coworker's husband is an acupuncturist. I can't tell if that's the most small-town or the most West Coast thing I've ever heard from my parents. Or both. (Me: "Uh, I want to see an actual doctor?" For multiple reasons. For so many reasons. FOR ALL THE REASONS.) It strikes me that the fact I've been on a crying/hyperventilating/whimpering mess at least once a day every day for the past month and almost every week for the past three years might...uh, not be normal. Or good. (Well, considering some of the stories I've heard about graduate school, it might be normal.) Except I do it so often that I don't think anyone notices anymore, including my mother, which is...problematic. (Not that I do it for attention? IDK how this is coming out. Probably reflecting terribly on me. I either end up crying hysterically at my desk or in the shower.)
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Hobbit art rec round-up tomorrow, but since I'd already pulled out the pieces I was going to rec, I'll do a rec set tonight anyway.
Today's Hobbit art rec theme is Thorin and Dwalin! (Or Thorin/Dwalin, depending on how you look at it. This is -- hot damn -- a Hobbit ship that I am very much in favor of.)
War Dance by![[deviantart.com profile]](https://i.deviantart.net/icons/favicon.png)
qed221b
Ered Luin byramida_r
Fanboy by![[tumblr.com profile]](https://www.tumblr.com/favicon.ico)
megatruh
young Thorin and Dwalin in Ered Luin byspesiria
old and gray byladynorthstar
Sadly the baking disaster ate up my evening; the only thing I salvaged from it was a sort-of outline for the presentation-I'm-supposed-to-do-tomorrow/paper-I-have-to-write-for-next-week. Except it kind of devolved into notes like "don't spend too much time on this b/c you don't know anything about it" and "What Were Those Tricksy Romans Up To, Anyway?" So this will clearly go swimmingly, on top of me freaking out about my dissertation proposal and wondering if they'll kick me out if it isn't in on time. (Also I'm realizing how much having to drop my honors thesis last year is affecting the way I think about this dissertation. Like, I still think about my honors thesis and go, "I am a failure, I didn't deserve to graduate," along with, "Man, the classics department at Tulane really fucked me up."
On the bright side, my left wrist hasn't been in whimpering (not screaming) pain since Friday. Or possibly since some point yesterday, but Friday is the last actual point I can remember. On the other hand (heh), my right wrist has decided to act up instead. ON THE EVEN BETTER SIDE, I may or may not have picked up a cold somewhere, because right now we can combine the "oh shit everyone's back at school bearing germs" plague with the "oh god finals stress stress stress DEATH" plague. I'm hoping I can head the damn thing off early with liberal applications of chamomile tea with honey -- actually, no honey right now, because I can't bear the sweetness on top of the disaster that was that cake -- and this cold & flu medicine that is, alas, not NyQuil by has a much cuter name.
Oh, bugger, I said that about my left wrist not hurting and RIGHT ON CUE it twinged. NO STOP THAT.
I finally got through to my parents on Skype and what I got out of that conversation is that my mother wants me to see my dad's coworker's teacher's husband's acupuncturist. Or possibly that my dad's teacher coworker's husband is an acupuncturist. I can't tell if that's the most small-town or the most West Coast thing I've ever heard from my parents. Or both. (Me: "Uh, I want to see an actual doctor?" For multiple reasons. For so many reasons. FOR ALL THE REASONS.) It strikes me that the fact I've been on a crying/hyperventilating/whimpering mess at least once a day every day for the past month and almost every week for the past three years might...uh, not be normal. Or good. (Well, considering some of the stories I've heard about graduate school, it might be normal.) Except I do it so often that I don't think anyone notices anymore, including my mother, which is...problematic. (Not that I do it for attention? IDK how this is coming out. Probably reflecting terribly on me. I either end up crying hysterically at my desk or in the shower.)
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Hobbit art rec round-up tomorrow, but since I'd already pulled out the pieces I was going to rec, I'll do a rec set tonight anyway.
Today's Hobbit art rec theme is Thorin and Dwalin! (Or Thorin/Dwalin, depending on how you look at it. This is -- hot damn -- a Hobbit ship that I am very much in favor of.)
War Dance by
qed221bEred Luin by
ramida_rFanboy by
young Thorin and Dwalin in Ered Luin by
old and gray by
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