That 2:30 Feeling

I has it.

I also cannot settle down and focus on writing this introduction. I have a very basic outline written, it’s just adding in the references and actually writing the damn thing that’s killing me. Yeah, yeah, you’ve heard it all before. There is just something inherently frustrating about writing a publishable paper. If I could just write the things I’m pretty sure are true, this would but much easier. Granted, this time around it is easier since I have more of a foundational knowledge than I did for the first paper. I also feel pretty awesome about possibly having 2 first author publications out by the end of my second year. Not to mention the 2 or 3 other publications that my name will be on, but I will not be writing. I contributed my mad science skillz to those, so therefore my name gets to be on them. I’ll probably be editing them too. Sweet.

I now have two undergraduate students and am helping to train a master’s student. I feel more comfortable about this concept than I did when my first undergrad was thrown at me, but they are going to be watching me do a technique that I’m basically teaching myself. Chances of me looking stupid? Pretty high. Good thing I’m excellent at making fun of myself.

Training: I took a few days off because my knee starting feeling like was going to pop off my leg when I went down stairs. It still doesn’t feel awesome, so I’m debating on going tonight or waiting until tomorrow. The weather is looking fabulous this weekend, and I might actually try running at one of the state forests. Might be muddy though. We’ll see. I’ve been craving some fresh air, sun and some alone time lately.

I started sewing my Kindle it’s own little pouch, and it actually looks like it might turn out ok. Considering I’m an awful seamstress, and I don’t own a sewing machine, this is definitely a bonus. I don’t know if I mentioned that my kindle mysteriously got a scratch on the screen within a week of my getting it. They told me they wouldn’t replace it, but luckily my awesome boyfriend wanted to fix something so he called and told them it came that way. So they sent me a new one. It was pretty fucking awesome for him to do it. And sweet. I came into his apartment in a tizzy and he immediately found something he could fix and make better. So yay.

Well. I guess I should try to make a little bit more of a dent in this paper. Ugh.