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Tue, Apr. 8th, 2003, 01:46 pm

It's official.

My thesis advisor is a space cadet.

Looking over an old edit he did of my thesis (no one else went through and edited my thesis, believe me) he seemed baffled as to whose handwriting it was on there, and thought he gave me a list of places it was in wont of footnotes, but, uh, nope, I didn't remember that, and then I proved it. "Mighta been Carlos then," he finally said. Which I had been considering as a possible explanation for all this. I'm still most amused by the, "I can't seem to recognize my own handwriting..."


I am, undeniably, feeling better. I must have made a good decision, even if the decision and manifestation of that action was an end in itself. Truly. (a wonder of nature that awesome predator.)