26 May 2017

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i officially, officially finished my PhD in early april, when i finally capitulated to the great expense and administratriva it would involve and had my dissertation printed in hard copy, filled out the numerous forms, and submitted the hard and electronic copies to the library for holding.

over the course of the day whilst i was running from waterloo to southwark to chancery lane to do this, i listened to triumphal music.

it was a glorious day. the sky was blue. the sun was beaming. the temperature was warm. my PhD was over. N and i went to see hidden figures.

then i spent a month frantically running all over town, juggling three different jobs, two of which involved standing up for 9+ hours per day.

i have come to dublin to unclench and recuperate with insane quantities of yoga and write four job applications and a paper on kim kardashian's instagram within a calming environment.

on wednesday, immediately upon arrival, i lay down in bed, straightened out my sore back, exhaled deeply, and thought HOLY SHIT, I FAILED TO GET PERMISSIONS FROM THE KENNEDY LIBRARY FOR ALL OF THE QUOTES I USED FROM ARCHIVAL MATERIALS IN MY DISSERTATION BECAUSE I THINK OF THE DISSERTATION AND THE BOOK AS SEPARATE PROJECTS AND I FAILED TO THINK THAT THE DISSERTATION MIGHT REQUIRE THE SAME PERMISSIONS AS THE BOOK AND OHMYGOD I'M GOING TO GO TO JAIL FOR READING JACKIE'S LETTERS AND SHARING THEM WITH THE WORLD.

fyi, this idea in no way contributed to a calming environment.

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