Application completed, packed and posted. According to the postal service, delivered too.
So now I prepare for a trip abroad to see the lovely Suzanne and as many ancient Roman sites as possible. Miss Hunt would be proud!
I go to the hospital on Thursday to see if they want to try another course of the Isotretinoin. Part of me really wants to have more, despite the side effects, to see if we can beat this stupid condition. Actinic Folliculitis. It sounds like I just forgot to wash, rather than the truth (cleanse, mild exfoliation, moisturise, sun protect etc.). The other part of me wonders what the point is, or whether the monthly blood and pregnancy tests, plus the dried skin, frail hair, constant thirst and general malaise is a small enough price for the chance at normal skin.
I had a really good day on Saturday. I managed to forget jobs and money, stresses and diets, as I wandered around town with the Twin. Yet again we bought dresses that we cannot go out together wearing... yet another need to co-ordinate our daily outfits so that we don't match.
Sunday 16 May 2010
Saturday 8 May 2010
Yes, it's a Saturday night and I'm sat, sans make-up, short dress, heels, glass of wine, music and friends, in front of my screen. Tapping away like some hermit in a tower.
The reason for this sad state of affairs is my PhD proposal, which scarily I have become quite attached to. I missed reading journal articles, pulling them apart and wondering how I'd have done it better. I even did that whilst acting as a receptionist for BMW... now that is multi-tasking!
The proposal is nearly done, my poor proofreaders are also nearly done in, which clearly means I offer a round or three.
I have my fingers crossed it a) gets to its destination on time and b) that it impresses, because I actually quite like the idea of doing this research. Even if it does mean learning another language, struggling along a little in my own tongue, being lost in a foreign city and pondering the ins and outs of a foreign utility bill system.
This weekend my aim is to complete my reference list, fill in the application form, find my degree certificates and compile the application pack. And then wonder if Royal Mail can handle it.
I am aware that I am rambling in an effort to avoid going back to it. I wonder if there's anyone out there who actually enjoys referencing their work?
The reason for this sad state of affairs is my PhD proposal, which scarily I have become quite attached to. I missed reading journal articles, pulling them apart and wondering how I'd have done it better. I even did that whilst acting as a receptionist for BMW... now that is multi-tasking!
The proposal is nearly done, my poor proofreaders are also nearly done in, which clearly means I offer a round or three.
I have my fingers crossed it a) gets to its destination on time and b) that it impresses, because I actually quite like the idea of doing this research. Even if it does mean learning another language, struggling along a little in my own tongue, being lost in a foreign city and pondering the ins and outs of a foreign utility bill system.
This weekend my aim is to complete my reference list, fill in the application form, find my degree certificates and compile the application pack. And then wonder if Royal Mail can handle it.
I am aware that I am rambling in an effort to avoid going back to it. I wonder if there's anyone out there who actually enjoys referencing their work?
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