Breathe in, breathe out.

We will shortly be hearing no more from the thesis.

In the meantime, I realized yesterday that I am one of those dreaded bloggers who only updates once every few weeks. I apologize; I never realized until now how involved I have become with my thesis. I would say we're having an exclusive relationship, except that sometimes, I neglect it for doing laundry or running to the grocery store. My roommate's friend was over last night and we started chatting, and I realized that except for Family Home Evening on Mondays, I haven't really done anything truly social for the past few months. Yikes! And since I got released from being a Family Home Evening leader three weeks ago, I haven't even had that. Wow. Can we say one-track mind?

Anyway, I now make the promise now that shortly, we will never have to mention the t-word again. No more blogs about it, no more phone calls, no more e-mails. Aren't you excited? I certainly am.

My advisor has a completed draft of everything, and barring any major changes, I will most likely have an official defense date by tomorrow. The university says I have to have it scheduled by Friday if I want to graduate in August. Eek.

In the meantime, I'm going breathe in and breathe out. I come from a long line of overreactors, and right now, I'm doing them all proud.

Gotta love those genes!

Speaking of which, I found a good side benefit to all the stress. I'm now down to a smaller pants size.

Talk about loving your jeans. . . .

If I had a brain, I'd be dangerous

As you can tell, I've been obsessing over the computer lately. Fortunately, this is not a computer related post! I just have to update periodically to let my family know that I'm still alive, since I seem to have trouble keeping my cell phone charged. It is the tale of the cell phone charger which leads me to today's installment.

I keep forgetting to plug my phone in at night so it can charge while I am otherwise occupied with my unconscious mind. You'd think I would remember easily, seeing as how I set the alarm clock on my phone every night, but oh, no. That would be entirely too easy. Of course, I tried to do it yesterday, and after spending half an hour looking for my cell phone charger, I had to give up and hope that the battery would last another day if I didn't actually call anyone. Now, I should mention that while I have my own room, it is rather small, and there are a limited amount of spaces where said charger could be hiding. Given that I've been working like a mad dog for the past two weeks and have left the house only to go to a) school, b) work (at school), c) church, or d) to go get the mail, I know for a fact that my charger had to be in my apartment somewhere. But, after all of my efforts, I managed to find the charger this morning. Any guesses as to where? That's right! It was sitting on the counter in my bathroom. How, you ask, did it get there? I have no idea.

I realized, though, that I have been misplacing things left and right. I am infamous in my apartment for losing my keys, but not having gone anywhere for a few days, it's been a few days without loss. I put my glasses on top of the computer this morning before showering, so I'd remember where they were, but I spent twenty minutes looking around before I finally saw them. Since I haven't driven anywhere for a while, I actually know very well where my car is right now, but we all know how easy it is for me to lose my car in the parking lot. I find it somewhat ironic that my thesis experiment has a memory component. I can't remember where I put things 5 minutes later; how the heck are my participants supposed to remember things for an entire month?

I guess the only safe conclusion is that I have officially lost my mind. I let it wander away, and it refuses to come back. If you see it, hold on to it for me, okay? It'll fetch a high price. It hasn't been used for days. I've had tunnel vision, trying to get this done. And since the latest draft is in, I think I'm going go play hooky today. I've forgotten what the real world looks like.