Intrepidity

Hello everyone. This isn't a proper blog post. I just wanted to let you know that I'm alive, sort of, and that finals haven't ground me to dust quite yet.

After nearly two weeks of anxiety and very little sleep, I've written my CRT (six-hour take home) exam, which was nervewracking and hella draining, and two of my papers, leaving just the paper for my Human Rights and Sexual Politics paper on why we should be targeting HIV interventions at men in heterosexual sexual relationships, not just women. This should be fun. Not least because it's due on Monday, I haven't started, and I'm leaving at 4:30 am for NYC tomorrow , and will be travelling for two out of the next four days (LA-Salt Lake City-DC-NYC, and then NYC-Winston Salem on Sunday), and you KNOW I won't spend my first and only day in NYC working on a paper. Luckily all that dead transit time is good for only one thing: writing! So bring on the caffeine and let's pump out one more paper (I wrote 20 pages in one day on Tuesday, although I cannot attest to the quality of those 20 pages).

The important thing though, is that I'm still relatively sane, coping and eating many pastries at this coffee shop:

Take home message: I am sleep-deprived, but intrepid. I carry on.

I promise to write a proper blog again once I am in North Carolina with John's family and my paper has been submitted.

Also, I would love some Christmas Skypes/FaceTimes. Let me know if and when you're free!

Love to you all! Enjoy the holidays, stay safe, and hug people and pretend those hugs are from me, because really, I would love to hug each and every one of you.

xxx