The Lit essay that felt all Doomy just sort of organised itself and fell rather smoothly into place. Tuesday, I figured my topic. Wednesday I slapped together a draft plan for a tutor consultation (she ticked parts, double ticked other parts and laughed in other bits. I was happily astounded). Thursday it just sort of smoothly transfered from brain, down arms/hands into keyboard and onto screen. And that was so lovely. I can only hope I get to exercise this new-found joy in the Grad Dip. Friday, today, and I've just submitted it. Minor panic when I found I couldn't find the MLA reference book, so had to go to the library to find the copy on reserve, then much larger panic when I found I didn't have the disk with me to change said conclusion/reference page, but managed to retype the final page of essay and references before the 5pm office close. Had fabulous coffee with
cupidsbow and friend, and while I'm here, I've been raised with eating establishments where you pay before/while receiving food. By the time I've drank/eaten, then participated in lengthy and intriuging conversation I will have forgotten I actually owe said cafe for food. It is perfectly acceptable to holler at my retreating back "You haven't paid!" I will return, and pay. :)
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Oh, and because I'm all helpful, that quote you mentioned a couple of days ago is from Dean Koontz. I googled it for you, because google IS my bitch, thank you very much. And then forgot to tell you my findings. whoops.
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Yes ::is shamed, then very excited::
Which Dean Koontz?! Actually, I just did a google of my own, and I found the line, plus his name, but the article is some subscriber only type crap. I own quite a few of his books, but I don't want to spend my entire uni break reading them. :P Oh, and thanks muchly, too!
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Does that make sense? I don't know myself, I've never read Koontz
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Lightning?
Thank you and your gloroius Googling skills, you've made my day :D