8 days. it doesn't necessarily help that i'm surrounded by overachievers who are voluntarily turning in their projects early. whatever happened to solidarity in at least pretending that you're dying?

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i have one last section to go, a bit that is proving very hard to write. it has to say, approximately, the following:

* i don't believe my results one bit because they are as reliable as the saharan dunes
* not that there was anything i could have done about it
* it's the effort that counts

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the undergrads are beginning to move out. i see them when i emerge from my lab/ apartment, which is seldom, and feel sort of hollow. it's been one academic year, fall and spring, and i knew at the beginning that it would feel like no time at all, and it did.

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stats final on tuesday, mock defense of my project on thursday, last-minute panic from friday-monday interspersed with heavy drinking, kinko's, running around campus to turn everything in by 4:55 pm, and then more heavy drinking, and possibly poker. and then much blogging about everything i learned this year, which was a lot, and not all to do with factor analysis. can't hardly wait