L: Losing My Mind

I have 45 minutes to go before my meeting. Today has been one gigantic freak-out. I hate committee meetings; like SIG says, they're like being placed in front of the firing squad, except they last for much, much longer. I hate the unnecessariness of having to buy food for them to enjoy while they're sitting there drilling me with questions - many of which are unimportant and completely unrelated to my research. And this is not made any better by the fact that I just had a paper rejected yesterday. I know that most papers go through multiple submissions and the like, but it doesn't make one feel any better to get that news the afternoon before a huge committee meeting. I know I'm prepared; my practice talk went well, I have been generating data like crazy, I have a very good start on the first four (out of six) chapters of my thesis. Yet I need these three men to tell me that they agree, even though they see me once a year, don't really have any idea what it is that I actually do, and have no idea how hard I have worked to make this meeting happen. So off I go, to face the Three Musketeers. Here's hoping that it goes okay, and that I gain my sanity back in time to hang out with Birthday Boy and watch No Country for Old Men tonight.

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