Oh, for shame.

I cannot believe I'm still working on something for Research Methods that was due on June 16th. (I did hand it in, partly done, but I seem to have mostly avoided it for the last two months.)

Probably not sleeping tonight. Would be nice to nap from 11am-4pm or so, though.

As my last official act of procrastination for the night:

( A 5 Things Meme )

Back to work. (Had a regular shift at the job tonight. 51 minutes on the phone with an 83 year old retired nurse does NOT a fun evening make. Stupid shingles.)

Ti. Erd.

Quite tired at the moment. It's 6am.

I'm getting through my Lit Review pretty well, though. I gotta say, it's kind of interesting, but I'm totally ready to just finish this (two sections to go!) and go to sleep for four hours before getting up, doing a preliminary data analysis and then doing my power point presentation. I'm planning on presenting third tonight (JB wanted to be first, but someone else is presenting with a video tape, so SHE's getting to go first) and then hopefully no one will notice if I PASS OUT at my desk.

And maybe JB can take me home and ravish me or something.

Or just take me home and make sure I'm awake enough to get off the bus. ;)

That said, I am moderately freaked out by the fact that I constantly interact online with people (even now, this is a form of interaction) and I DO form different personas to use (well, this name, for instance, as opposed to my real name) and OMG, I'm a textbook case of someone playing around with multiplicity, identity and and and OMG, I HAVE FRAGMENTED SELVES.

You'd think I had dissociative identity disorder from that paragraph, but I swear I don't. I just use online to explore different facets of my personality, basically.

Also, I'm madly in love with Sherry Turkle.

I need another Coke.

That is all!

A moment of reflection.

I should like to take this moment to thank my father for buying a computer when I was nine years old, and to thank my parents for sending me to a school where we learned how to use word processors at the age of seven and eight.

I'd like to thank my dad for supporting me in all aspects of interest with computers -- from him teaching me how to use a mouse to using the dialup program for the modem, from letting me take a silly BASIC class at a daycamp to getting an IBM clone 286.

Without all my interest in computers in the past, I would surely be dead of freaked-outedness at the moment.

I've been wildly guessing how to do things in programs I've rarely used or never used before (SPSS and Power Point), on a tight schedule today, and it seems I'm pretty damn intuitive, because I helped JB compute a bunch of columns into a new variable without even testing it out myself, and I made a pretty graph and copied it into my Power Point presentation, all without trouble.

And I am EXTREMELY thankful at this moment that I have this level of comfort and familiarity with programs that I'm able to fumble through without too much issue. And it's basically all thanks to my dad.

So even though he'll never see this entry... Thanks, Dad. I really appreciate your encouragement and support over the years.