What To Do?

When I posted about Dr Horrible a few days ago (and by the way, you have until midnight tonight to go and watch it for free - it's brilliant, watch it!) I forgot to mention that I submitted my corrections on Tuesday. Quite a good feeling to get them handed in, but then comes the stress from just waiting to hear if they're going to be accepted. So far I've just had my external write to say that he got the file... No idea how long I'll be waiting.

Still, it's not all stress. Sent off my passport renewal form on Wednesday, so am hoping that I'll have my passport soon, have the freedom to travel. Have come up with a plan for the next few months (if the jobs that I'm currently applying for don't come to anything), and am sure that I will survive by giving maths tuition.

It's sunny today, but still pretty cold. Crazy that it's July and we've had virtually no summery weather at all this year. The wind's picking up again too. All probably the result of global warming, but well, one would hope that a side effect of global warming would be that it was warm...

Today: write postcards, write one piece of flash fiction, get down my plan for a piece of maths I'm working on (no rest for the wicked), and I'll also probably spend some time sorting through things for my other 101/1001 challenges.

So... How are things?

Zihuatanejo

I was writing an email to a friend today, and I had to say something about what I planned to do post-PhD. I started to say something about "the great beyond" and the image that came into my mind whilst thinking of what it will be like to be finished was that of Morgan Freeman's character walking away from prison when he is released at the end of The Shawshank Redemption (which is numbered amongst my absolute favourite films).

I told my friends this and we all laughed, and we made various jokes about failing to adjust to life on the outside. Deep down though it worried me for a little while, that this imagery was what I had subsonsciously associated to finishing my PhD.

And then I remembered Red's ultimate destination in the closing moments of the film, and now things don't seem that bad at all.

"You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory."

More tomorrow, the start of National Novel Writing Month. Tonight I need to plan.