The Brink
We're home now. I'm working away this week on that which shall not be named. Within the same hour I can verge from elation at finishing up a section and then swing on over to the brink of utter despair at how inadequate t.w.s.n.b.n. is turning out to be. But I remember the profound words of good friend RT, "The only good dissertation is a done dissertation," and I plug along.
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You are so strong. You returned from Paris and began working on your thing that shall not be named! If it were me, I would be in bed depressed and moaning the fact that I have to write that thing.
Welcome back to the USA. George Bush has given me offical welcoming status (since we are such good friends!)
Jeff
be assured...there's moaning going on. a plethora of moaning.
thanks for the welcome from you and from our good friend gwb.
I met so many of his pals over there in france.
how's your summer going?