Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I have truly become the embodiment of a paranoid academic.
This morning my whole world stopped. I mean stopped. I think I may have stopped breathing. I certainly didn't stop sweating. That might have been the heart palpitations though...
I never leave the house without my flash drives. Upon those magical flash drives are my thesis draft and all the notes, data output and graphs, tables, journal articles you could imagine make up the gigantic recipe of thesis success.
I couldn't find them.
I couldn't find my bright red pencil case in which they rested either.
Thesis vanished. 3 years of work and stress and insanity vanished.
The parrot just watched me lose my marbles.
Wanna know where my flash drives (and thus thesis ingredients) were? They were in my gym bag. Because at some point I decided to go to the gym and take my flash drives with me, just in case calamity struck while I was working out. You know, in case the place burned down or Thor hit it with a thunderbolt. I somehow figured taking my thesis to the gym was a good idea.
But then I left the flash drives in the gym bag. In the car.
I had a paranoid academiosis breakdown this morning in front of the parrot.
He's judging me, I just know it.
I hope this is all worth it. My mind can't decide and my body just thinks I'm coo-coo.