If You Meet the Buddha on the Road, Stack His Body Next To Mine
It's 3PM, which gives precisely five hours until the Note deadline. (Of course, missing the deadline by a few hours just means I have to do an extra day of work, but that's annoying in and of itself.) Only about twelve pages left, really, and this is the easy stuff: it's all analysis from here on in. The citations will be a mess, the order of paragraphs not-quite-optimal, the language stilted, but it will limp across the finish line burning and complaining like a race car in a bad Burt Reynolds movie.
If you see me online somewhere between now and then, you have my personal... is it permission, license, or agreement?... to smack me with a dead haddock. (Fresh, not frozen.) I'm on the eighth floor, so you know where to find me.
Update: (8PM) It's in. It's a train wreck, but it's in. Actually, I'm quite excited about getting it revised now, so I'll probably work a lot more on it this week. But for the moment, I'm haddock-free.
Comments
Pay absolutely no attention to citation style at this point, and I say this as a slavishly devout adherent to the Bluebook. Seriously; don't even try. Good luck.
lavfgcPosted by: Tony the Pony | January 10, 2005 05:51 PM
Congrats. I'm pretty much at the same point. First draft done, ready for revision. It's amazing how the prospect of going back over 40 pages of your own writing can actually seem exciting, isn't it? :)
Posted by: Adam | January 11, 2005 09:02 AM