Yesterday, I got up, took LG to the bus stop, drove for my monitoring appointment, drove home, finished packing my drugs, my clothes, my unfinished conference paper, got back in the car and drove ~6 hours, largely through Grad School State, to see my dissertation director in the hotel bar (hadn't even checked in yet). Drank a coke, got congratulated on hypothetical promotion. Checked my messages. Called LG to tuck her in. Talked to Dr. Boy, who wanted to have dinner (or was that sex?). Stayed in the room instead to take a long bath, read for class, eat an overpriced cheeseburger (no bun; I'm off the wheat for the duration). Took my ambien, got up at 5:00ish (that seems to be the new pattern).
This morning I finished up finding all the missing random quotes for paper #2. Timed paper #1. Called the clinic to set up monitoring for Monday (argh!!!).
Now I am going to get dressed in a respectable but vaguely sexy ensemble (I am on a shitload of estrogen, people, and in the presence of my ex) and paint my toenails orange. And get myself to the conference proper.
~8 days until retrieval. Should get an update on the donor later today.
I'm exhausted just reading that. Good luck at the conference (and wowing your ex!).
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