Sewing up.
Ok. So this is the last time through the Acceptance numbers, right? They can just go in the fucking thesis now. That's it. They're out.
Corollary: This is the last time I have to run that fucking Monte Carlo right? I don't want to do it anymore.
So now, I am informed, in my copious spare time, I must start applying for post-doctoral fellowships, so that I may actually HAVE a job post graduation. Woo. Which means (I think), that I shall have to curse a little bit less, and not be AS BIG of an asshole, so that I can get some letters of reccomendation. Or something. I hate this part. Institutionalized self-promotion. Columbia University has a good one that they're advertising for, so I guess I'll apply.
I just really want to graduate. Please? Pretty please? Oh, and my liver says please too...
In other news, my 'Orcs at the Gates' adventure for the DND 3rd campaign I'm running is taking shape. Many of you of my acquaintance know that I am accustomed to thinking big. However, the map for this thing may take up much of the Danger Room floor. I don't know how we'll actually move pieces around. The game board itself is probably going to be around 6ft. wide, and another 8ft. long. I must be out of my mind. At least I enlisted the Angela in making markers for the bad guys.
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