Graded a cubic fuckload of student essays? Check.
Read a buncha boring articles and prepared to teach section? Check.
Completed, or at least worked on, final dissertation chapter?
I said, completed, or
--- Quick, look behind you, it's Elvis!
And now to completely change ths subject, I am not a person of foresight and good planning. My camera broke, well somewhat (a crack on the battery cover that I was having to hold or tape shut to get it to turn on), a few weeks ago, and I thought, "Aha! I must send this off to the repair people right away so t hat I can document my graduation, plus annoy the world with gratuitous cat pictures!" So I shipped it off.
Unfortunately, just on Saturday I got the email that they have received it and diagnosed the problem. Silly cog! You have forgotten that you are sending it off to be entombed in the bowels of a bureaucracy and it will never possibly get back in time for graduation! That sucks. I'm not sure what to do about that now. And not only that, but it is Purple Season here and I can't take pictures of all the beautiful purpleosity! Or my cats being cute! Or any of the other stuff I want random pictures of. Argh.
I went up into the hills this weekend --- well, no, not very far --- and graded like a madwoman with Dissertation Buddy. We set up beach chairs under some twisty oaks, and the light came through so beautifully. Plus, we walked by tons of twisty purple-blossomed Jacaranda trees on the way in, and it was oh-so-wonderful. Sigh. But could I take a picture of it? Nooo!
However, I will close this post with this:
Ha, you thought you were safe from the cat pictures? You were wrong! I got reserves, baby, let me tell you, motherfucking reserves.