The weather’s been nice but today it’s cloudy and looks like it might rain. I’m by the window for light and the heater for warmth, and wearing white because it’s spring or summer now, you can tell because the days are long and when it rains it’s humid rather than cold. So here we are, towards the end and working harder than ever. I’m going to write a paper for Kunin at nine, and then when that’s done I’ll go back to the forever project of thesis. I’ll go to the library to work on the thesis. These things must be done.
Because everyone’s working and because of Israel’s wireless internet being horrible, I’ve had few breaks in the last week. I’ve worked and worked and worked and that’s been all; I left London seven days ago, and will go back in five months. My thesis will be done in one week, but the project it represents will never be done, I suppose. And without more breaks (because I see people very rarely here, it seems, these days, because of work, and when I do I feel guilty, both for not working and because they’re not working) work gets tiring, though the Donne paper I write this morning is a pleasant break from reality in Shakespeare.
This is all that’s up here. As soon as I finish my thesis I start an extreme health regime and I clean out drawers a bit, to get things ready to move out easily in a few weeks. In reality, when I finish my thesis, I have to sort out deferring Harvard and confirming King’s, and turning in King’s housing forms, and turning in funding applications. Yes, that’s the next project, about which I’m not too too excited, but it too will get done.
