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Another crazy day of typity typing
Nov. 12th, 2009 05:51 pmI'm working on a grant proposal that's due next Tuesday. These are the beasts that occasionally rear up their heads and engulf everything. I worked from home, and I may have taken a break or two, but I'm not sure.
I always question my ability to communicate in the English language when I finish up one of these monstrous proposals. I have to remind myself that I won't be able to do everything by myself; that it's okay to send along something that's mostly-finished.
In other news, the worms that my dad mailed to me for my worm bin showed up. They were dead and appear to have suffocated. I feel terrible for the worms, and for all of the effort that my father went to, to get them to me. At least their bodies will rest in peace in the worm bin.
Time for the last night of ceramics, which promises to be a glaze-o-rama. I think I made too many pieces this session, so I'll just have to go for simple glazes.
I always question my ability to communicate in the English language when I finish up one of these monstrous proposals. I have to remind myself that I won't be able to do everything by myself; that it's okay to send along something that's mostly-finished.
In other news, the worms that my dad mailed to me for my worm bin showed up. They were dead and appear to have suffocated. I feel terrible for the worms, and for all of the effort that my father went to, to get them to me. At least their bodies will rest in peace in the worm bin.
Time for the last night of ceramics, which promises to be a glaze-o-rama. I think I made too many pieces this session, so I'll just have to go for simple glazes.
