46

Now, I just had a mild heart attack today when I realized that 46 is the number of days until graduation but not the number of days until I have to have everything completed and ready to hand in.  That number would be 32!!!  oh my goodness.

And yet, I sit here procrastinating.

In a perfect world I could have someone standing behind me with a whip or electric cow prod or baseball bat who had one job and that would be to force me to work a certain amount of time each and every day.  Or until I reached a certain goal.  This evening I am going to get to work on my thesis.  It's gotta be done! 

I wish I could stop whining inside.  I am honestly tired of listening to myself.  Now, being the reasonable adult that I am I do realize that if I want to truly enjoy this summer I would work like a maniac and get it all done pronto and have some guilt free time before school.  I'm just going to keep reminding myself how good it will feel to be done.

Yesterday we got to utopia and within an hour I chipped a tooth and had to drive back to new town this morning and have the dentist fill the chip in with composite. It was especially important because the tooth that I chipped was my front tooth and because it was sharp as a knife and I could feel the edge of the tooth knifing my inner lip every time I moved my mouth.  I was going to get some solid first day work done today.

I told the editor today that my life is pretty much the perfect example of half a century of Murphy's Law.  I am going to laugh it off from now on, and try not to ever make plans again because that hasn't worked for me so far. 

I was going to wait until all of my work is done before I watched the new series of Orange Is The New Black, but last night I was bone tired and brain dead (as I am every night) and watched the first episode.  SO I changed my tune and declared I will only watch one episode a day and it will be my reward for working on my stuff.  

I had a phone call with the good doc today and I told him that I was concerned that tomorrow is my last day of antibiotics and I am still coughing and unable to smell things.  He called in 5 more days of antibiotics for me.  I am going to take them.  I sincerely and publicly apologize to my intestinal tract right now.  I am taking friendly bacteria to counter the effects of the antibiotics.  I hope it is enough.  Right on the bottle of pills it says you can be stricken months after taking them, so I guess I'll be pounding the friendly guys for quite some time to come.

I'm going to drink a whole bottle of champagne when I am done!! (With the work and the school not the series)