Still perfectly sane. Really.

[rallamajoop]

So. It’s the last week of semester. I have a talk to do as part of the final presentation of our design project tomorrow, after which we have to spend probably another couple of hours rerunning a model which we only just realised today was based on incorrect data, then reinterpreting the results and reformatting graphs. I also have to have a case study done by Monday and another assignment done by Friday, plus I still need to sort out my thesis for next year by the end of November. Exams start a couple of weeks from now. My intended entry for a writing competition hasn’t progressed much in months. At least I’ve finally got vacation work lined up, though that will mean I don’t get much holiday.

Strangely, I’m not too worried about most of this.

If I start telling people about things like how I was chased down a hallway by the emergency barbecue at uni yesterday, it probably doesn’t actually mean stress has finally gotten to me. (though it might be worth double checking just to be on the safe side)

Edit: Talk is now very much over, and went well. Surprisingly well, in fact, judging by comments from several people. On the other hand, some of said people appear to have attempted to nominate me for next year's design presentation. This was not *quite* the intended effect.

Rerunning the model took the rest of the day, but we did, eventually, get almost all of it sorted out. Then, at 5pm, I recieved an email telling me that they'd found *another* error in the input data, requiring some of the simualtions to be rerun *again*.

This week is out to get me.