Oy. Not even a little of that bonus writing happened, and for that I am sad. I slept until noon, because I needed to catch up from the Keck observing. And it turns out when you only have twelve hours in a day it’s very difficult to get anything done. I have set my alarm tomorrow, however, out of firm resolve to let today be the only day I spend catching up on sleep. I have things to do, people, things to do.
This evening I found myself toying with the idea of waiting another year to graduate. (It’s possible to un-pull triggers, right? Stuff that bullet back in the barrel? Bounce that check?) I mean, in an economy where smart people I know can't find jobs, do I really want to be moving to New York, of all places, and trying to find work? Sounds just awful. On the other hand, trying to finish my dissertation from New York also sounds... no it sounds dreamy, I can’t type the word awful there. It’d be a lie. I love the idea of holing up in a tiny Manhattan apartment and writing a dissertation. But I need to be realistic about moving on with my life, bad economy or no. I just have to.
Don’t I?
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