Huzzah! Remind me to do this more often. I just finished the first draft of my introduction; a printed copy is now sitting beside me, waiting me to edit it. I must confess that I played a few rounds of Spider Solitaire, and the laundry didn't get done, but I made progress on my thesis! That's good, right?
I am currently wearing: Green courderoy pants, pale blue tank top, and beige sweater. With the rubber-soled slippers. And Dobbin, the little stuffed puppy that Chris gave me before he left for Eatonia, is sitting on my shoulder. Ha! Now I have Miss Mowcher on my other shoulder. Good times. (Miss Mowcher is a stuffed cat, also from Chris.)
Where I am working: On my bed, leaning against the wall. Okay, it's not the best work space, and is probably currently hurting my hips and back, but I needed to mix it up with the work space. I get more creative if I change my scenery periodically.
Page Count: 8 of a projected 85. (85 pages allows a bunch of space for cover page, dedications page, note on abbreviations page, table of contents, appendices and bibliography -- the other stuff really adds up!)
I am currently listening to: "Anyone At All" by Carole King. I love Carole King. I own Tapestry on both record and CD. I'm listening to my "Girly/Mellowish Mood" playlist (I chose that one because I was in the mood to listen to "Circle" by Edie Brickell & the New Bohemians.) Now it's "Ain't No Sunshine" by Bill Williams. Good mellow driving music -- just ask Chris. A friend of mine once accused me of being a yuppie for my music tastes. I think it was specifically in reference to Simon and Garfunkel. Does a love for late-1960s to mid-1970s quasi-pop-y, quasi-folkish music make me a yuppie? I just think it's pretty. Oh, now it's Eva Cassidy's version of "At Last"! Yay, "I Can Feel It" by Sloan! Woo.
I am currently anticipating: My replacement date for Valentine's Day (the curse of marrying a teacher in a small town -- there's no way he's getting home for it). My friend Derek and I are going to watch The Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind. This pleases me.
I wish I were: fonduing. That seems kind of quasi-retro yuppie, too. Oh no! I'm reassuring myself that I live far from the East end, and I drive a duct-taped 1987 Tercel hatchback. And I love that car. Oh yeah, and I'm a historian. Historians can't be yuppies, right?
I am currently procrastinating from: making supper (pork chops with rice), and proofreading my introduction.
Oh good: Now I'm listening to Phil Ochs' "William Butler Yeats Visits Lincoln Park, Escapes Unscathed" from his 1968 performance in Vancouver. Less yuppie than pretentious that I love obscure 1960s protest music. This man was a genius.
Favourite Phrase of the Day: "Robespierre robes," from the abovementioned Ochs song.
Hobby of the day: rationalisation.