Tony insist that I take one of his binders last week when we met so that I could start putting articles in it for my thesis. It&#039s his way of forcing me to organize all this because he knows it will take me forever to do it on my own. I took his binder, put an article in it then e-mailed him about it which he found amusing. Of course, the thing is that the binder was a bit old, an O-ring, and red. So when the husband and I went shopping today, we grabbed a new, sleek, D-ring binder so I could redo everything tonight. I spent…oh, I&#039m gonna say three or four hours just playing around with it, putting dividers in, replacing all my articles and notes, putting articles I couldn&#039t hole-punch into plastic sleeves, etc. What I spent the most time working on after getting the dividers in was the cover. Ian had suggested that I cover it with the curse words which I was studying, and I thought that would be brilliant. I already had a lot of alphabet stickers, scrapbooking paper, markers, and stamp ink, but I went ahead and got some more stamps and stickers for this anyway. It&#039s an odd composition of scrapbooking paper, stickers, Sharpee writing, stamps, and Contact paper (the marbled-looking stuff), and Ian says it looks pretty good. Tony is going to flip when he hears that I spent four hours making the cover and spine and just filling it with stuff rather than actually reading the articles and typing up my proposal. I read three articles this morning while Ian was sleeping, so he can&#039t complain that much. Still, I&#039m looking forward to our meeting Wednesday. I wonder if he&#039ll notice that I put the word &#034connasse&#034 (cunt) right over my name in the lower righthand corner. It&#039s going to be an amusing meeting.