Well, after some bank-organizing in EQ, tire-filling at the Marathon on 7th and Hulman, grocery-shopping at Wal-mart, and shower-taking here at home, I finally got down on my knees and started bowing to the Thesis Deity. Actually, when I’m at home working on the thesis, I am sort of on my knees since this is an ergonomic chair and it has that kneeler on the front so I can sit up straight rather than all slouchy like the husband does in his chair with his feet up on his desk and chair back all bent over horizontally nearer and nearer the floor with every passing hour beneath the blue glow of his computer’s flickering cathode lights. Uh, where was I? I got distracted by the shiny lights there for a minute. Oh, right, on my knees before the thesis.

I have been working on it since getting out of the shower, and I’ve added a few pages’ worth of ramblings. I’m going to e-mail what I have of chapter two out to the profs tonight even though it’s not done because I need some feedback to see if I’m going in the right direction. Hell, I’d be happy to hear if I’m in the same state as my thesis, let alone get any more specific than that. I’ve already gotten some feedback on chapter one, so I’ll probably spend a little time tomorrow going over that. I don’t want to work too heavily on editing right now–I’d much rather get as much new content in and out of the way as possible. Chapter three will be jumped into as soon as possible for that reason. Here’s to hoping it doesn’t spit me back out.

On a totally unrelated side note, I’m not wearing my wedding ring at the moment. Since getting fatter in the past couple years, it just doesn’t fit quite right and has become a pain in the hand to get off when I want to, which, admittedly, isn’t often, but still, it’s a nice thought to know I could get it off if I wanted to because of cleaning or an emergency or well, just because I want to see if I still can. So after some finagling, I got it off, and well, the indentation is pretty self-evident. In a couple days (or weeks) my finger might pop back out to its normal shape, but who knows? It still sometimes feels like I’ve got Ian’s class ring on my right forefinger because it had been there all of uh…five? Six years? Whatever, forever before getting put in the lockbox in favor of the wedding band. Speaking of the wedding band again (dammit I’m rambly at this hour–or any hour), it’s in the lockbox as well in the same box as my old class ring. I’m not going to wear it until we can afford to get it resized, probably next week or month. It’s going to be odd without it since I think it’s only ever been off my finger a handfull of times since the wedding back in…uh, shit, what year did we get married in? 2002? 2003? I know it wasn’t 2001 ’cause that’s when Kyle was born… Eh, fuck it. We’ve been together since ’97 and that other date’s just not worth remembering right now. So the ring’s in the vault and my finger’s feeling funny. Just seeing the lack of ring on my hand was distracting me enough from typing that I took a silver Sharpee marker and colored in the indentation on my finger so I’d stop stopping to stare at it. I’m insane, I know. No need to tell me that. Oh well, time to e-mail the committee and poke Ian in the stomach a while until he wakes up enough to get annoyed that I’m waking him up for no reason. Aloha!

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