It's late. I've been working on editing a paper for a conference tomorrow--have to wake up early. I think it's under 15 minutes, I've read it aloud 3 times, very quickly but, I think, well-articulated. Now I know why I suffered through drama all those years in high school, yes NOW I know. One day this weekend is dedicated to chapter one of my thesis--the other, to chapter two. It occurs to me that I am updating a lot which might give some the impression that I am goofing off and have plenty of time on my hands, so why haven't I returned their phone calls? (Sorry Pat!) Actually it's the exact opposite. The weblog is my only outlet. I haven't seen a friendly face since I snuck over to the Burzlaffs to mooch dinner and leftovers on Sunday. Unless you count the guy who works at Dagny's. Or my friends at Trader Joes. Yes, my life is pathetic. I see people who work at coffee shops and grocery stores more than I see my own friends. Whatever. I'll write more about Tonks' cute habits later... I'm so tired... maybe I'll sleep a bit and show up to the conference later. Less traffic that way and my panel isn't until 3 or so anyway. But at least I timed myself! 
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(1) Fri Apr 13 2007 00:10 PST London calling:
I just sent off an email to my potential--no, my real--adviser at Birkbeck saying I have made up my mind to go there... despite all difficulties which shall be overcome... so that is where I'll be this fall. Come hell or high water or student loan debt. Now to send off my "thanks but no thanks, you should have given me a scholarship" letter to Edinburgh, and fend off any other offers of admission that come, haha.
Fri Apr 13 2007 19:54 PST:
Back from the conference. Completely exhausted. It was very different from last week--for one thing there weren't as many people. I got there late and felt shy so I didn't make any friends. At my panel one of my presenters didn't show up, and the only audience was the other presenter's husband. I felt clumsy but I got some good advice. The other woman was a history prof at Nevada state. I have a lot of work to do tomorrow so I think I might just read something that is not related to serbia at all, though I only have a little bit left of Fortier Jones. I got there with 20 minutes to go on the last panel before lunch so I sat reading it for an hour and a half, eating my pb&j. Thank goodness I had the foresight to bring both!