So my work computer is officially on life support, and I am doing the computer equivalent of the waiting room pacing to see what they can recover. I am so glad I have been emailing myself my dissertation! I will step up such informal backup activities here forward.
I am trying not to thnk too hard about what it means if the diagnosis is bad.
On other fronts, I am feeling really bad. I have this sense of ill-defined dread that I don't know what to do with. It started when I realzed I missed my OB/GYN appointment on Friday--I had thought it was some time this week. It isn't a big deal, but ever since I realized I dropped that ball I have been feeling awfully close to tears (and even slipping over into tears for real last night for no good reason).
I think it also has to do with finishing up stuff on my dissertation. I spent all day yesterday working on the bloody comparative statics question ET wants me to answer, and I think I have everything right and boiled down as far as it will go, but it is still incredibly complicated and meaningless. But I think I have been spending way too much time inside my own head. Even when that means that I am just doing algebraic manipulations for 8 hours straight, it still isn't a good thing.
VS has a new promising relationship and hearing about it makes me realize how untenable my life has gotten in this suspended animation before I leave LA and start living for real again. I wish I were better at ignoring that I am about to leave, but my logical brain just won't shut up...
One problem with this computer is that its key board is stiffer than what I am used to, so I keep missing letters....