I've taken to stalking pigeons again. And talking to myself. And singing tunelessly to no one in particular.
It's not stress, just the opposite. I'm totally over the thesis. I've just finished Capote's In Cold Blood and have started on Ayn Rand's We The Living.
Thesis Draft 5 is done and I think I am ready to reconcile myself with having to part with it in 12 days. I get separation anxiety you see. With my essays etc. I feel a great sense of loss when I hand it in, also joy. But I can deal with joy. It's the loss and paranoia that worries me.
At the moment I am mulling over Thurs' presentation at the grad seminar. I haven't any idea how to condense a 20,000 word thing into a 30 minute summary. It's my own fault, I should not have said yes. But being the itchy backside that I am... I couldn't help myself.
I shall now move on to the non-thesis related part of my life.
Lets see....
Oh yes... no.
Hmmmm.
Ok I got something. Have started packing my life into boxes. So far, the contents of my Sydney Adventjahs weigh about 50kg. I still have a fair lot to go. Having to pack up possessions and streamline my life reveals borderline OCD tendencies.
My old friends will know of the hoardes of notes I keep from poly days (some 3-4 years ago now, omg). Well you will be proud to know I have
finally thrown them away. Granted I kept them in the garbage bag for a couple of days in the house to ride out the aforementioned separation anxiety.
Also I threw out the lot of pipecleaners (those wire ties that hold cables together) that I managed to amass. I even went through my pencil bag (not case, bag) and culled the collection of dead pens (but not without thanking them for their dedicated service). I threw away the bits o' scrap paper that I squirrelled away in case I ever needed them (evidently not), which included every cardboard backing of every pad of writing paper I have ever used these three years (a lot). I have a box of paper clips, alligator clips and ring binders that I am prepared to.... give away. But I cannot bear to part with my stack of post-its.
I threw away three year's worth of receipts, phone, gas and electricity bills and monthly expenditure reports. Also the box files full of sorry-looking large brown envelopes I always plan to recycle because those brown envelopes are so
useful (not).
After the 15th I will throw away my thesis notes. I have four ring files filled with notes plus stacks more that wouldn't fit. All that paper, all that reading material gone bye-bye. Oh it breaks my little nerd heart.