I'm a big ball of nerves at the moment.
Oh, yes...I had my essay for my second PhD meeting done ahead of time. However, the ghost of previous failures has raised its head.
I am currently going through edit number seven. I'd just go to bed, but I've already tried that. So, we'll hope that my brain takes seven as its lucky number and stops this insanity.
I think it's getting worse the more I edit it. It's certainly getting longer. The bleeding thing is only meant to be three pages. I second guess myself so much at this point, it's a wonder anything stays on the page at all. *sigh*
Maybe I'll take my German edition of Faust through to the bedroom and see if that bores me to sleep.
Tomorrow will be saved by going to see C and the two girls. Hooray for my adorable and snuggly goddaughter.