I’m working on the revisions for the dissertation proposal.  My plan was to have it done by last Friday.  That didn’t happen.  Today I had to email my chair and say “If I’ve switched the experiment to this type of design, then that means all of my old independent variables are wrong, so are my new ones this and that?”

The fact that I’m writing the dissertation and I still don’t know for sure what my independent variables is just one example of why I’m having severe buyers remorse with my program.

My new hope is to finish up the revisions tomorrow.  They asked for clarification on a few things, and asked me to add a couple more things that I’m about convinced don’t exist in the literature.  But because I’m a compulsive overachiever, I’m going to kill myself looking for it.

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Tonight I took part in my first fantasy football draft.  It’s an all girls league, and I’m pretty excited.  How’s this for role reversal?  My boy is working late tonight, and I got to go drink beer, eat pizza, and play fantasy football.   Our life is good.

I have no idea how I’m going to fare in fantasy football, because I don’t really understand it.  In the 6th round, I apparently snagged a running back that everyone else was gunning for.  I wasn’t 100% sure who he even was, I just liked the way his stats looked.  It’ll be interesting.  At the very worst, my team will suck, but I’ll still go to the mid-season watch party.  More football and beer, oh darn.

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I’m having a complete failing when it’s come to working out lately.  We decided to suspend our Y membership to try to save money, figuring we’d alternate between the gyms at our respective schools.  So far, for me at least, it hasn’t been working out too good.  I’m apparently too battered and beat up to use most of the machines at my boy’s school, and my school is too far to just make a run to.  It’s so frustrating to me, because I was in a really good groove of working out.  Now I just feel lazy and unhealthy, and I hate it.  I wish I could figure out the magic answer.  If I don’t figure something out soon I’m going to be really cranky.

That, or I’m just going to take over the darn Y membership and pay it for my own sanity.

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In the bestest news (besides my ABD status), my friend WENNYBROWN has accepted a job with a big company and is relocating to Birmingham.  I am SO excited she’s going to be here.  She came over last weekend, we scoped out apartments, she signed a lease, and she moves in this weekend.  The best part of it?  She hired movers.  She’s smarter than we are.