This is the sound of me falling apart with nobody to hear.
I wish I had phoned dad when this started, and to hell with the fact it was past midnight, because now I'm crying and I can't stop.
And I can't see me anymore, because there isn't any me left.
They've taken it all away, and all I'm left with are the pieces and they're beginning to fall away too.
b, way too emotional and upset, way past her bedtime and dreading the morning.
leaving comments on, because I'm afraid I'll scare you more if I turn them off.
*doesn't know where she put her link to the Zotaku Word Count meter thing*
So, the news re: extended essay:
Pages chock full of typed notes: 30+
Amount of Essay written: 104 / 4000-6000
I started actually writing paragraphs today, cut me some slack
Amount of reference works in Bibliography: 3
Meeting with Personal Tutor / EE Supervisor: short, unpastoral, resulted in some serious library hunting.
Cost of Lionel Scott's "Historical Commentary On Hdt Book 6": $199
Proving that The Brill are really the devil's agents
Number of times supervisor told me to consult same: 2 in ten minutes
Chances of actually getting my clammies on library copy of same: dubious
Offers made to buy same made by bbd: one
That bit scares me
The Hornblower hath spoken. He sayeth worryeth not about ye booke that costeth $199, it is too ponderous and I cannae lend ye my copy for it is needed by my students of phud.
Well, that's how I'm reading his email.