all I want is a room somewhere...

Enough. I've had enough of this whole "future looming at me" thing. I got e-mail from my mother this morning saying "don't be surprised if K is tired of renting the apartment you want to move back into". Why don't we all just admit that nothing is ever simple, and that despite my fervent hopes (which the universe likes to laugh at), I probably will end up apartment-hunting and job-hunting at the same time and being stuck out here for another birthday? (Granted, I haven't talked to K yet, and maybe my mother is being a pessimist, but it's not like I need anything else to have to deal with right now...)

Come on, world, give me something I don't have to make several sets of contingency plans for.

ARGH!

Yet another long day

Gah. Coffee hour (complete with leech, to whom I fortunately didn't have to talk at all), followed by another crack at MultiTerm, which I finally did get to do mostly what I wanted. I solved the input model problem, and now I'm trying to figure out where I can get it to put cross-references. It seems to have a couple of completely arbitrary places it doesn't put them.

MultiTerm followed by project management lecture, lecture followed by group meeting. Group meeting followed by discovery that it's snowing again, followed by walk home in snow, followed by dinner.

So that's what I did today; here's what I got done today:

Complete first draft of case study
Functional MultiTerm glossary (the cross-references are window dressing)
Finished version of project management project, to be reviewed tomorrow and handed in on Monday (three days early)
As it turns out, half of our project management midterm is now done too

Even if it doesn't sound like it, these are BIG mahonkin' things to be done with. I still have about a week's worth of MultiTerm work to do, but providing I don't do anything else utterly idiotic, it should be fairly straightforward.

I've got to figure out how to eat while I'm spending most of a day in the lab. There's no food and no coffee within 15 minutes' walk of Satterfield, and usually I don't bother stopping work for half an hour to get something to eat.