After several days of abject panic, my Ipod shuffle cued up “Vienna” while I was was walking to campus yesterday morning. Which is one big scary-relevant-lyric of excellent advice. I do have a habit of being so ahead of myself that I forget what I need.

Sometimes, I have to remind myself that at the end of this program, I am going to be twenty-four years old, with an MA from the University of Chicago, and another full year’s experience at a research assistant. And that’s really damn good.

And my professor from last quarter, who is one of the most prominent experts on Carl Schmitt in the entire world of academia, is looking at my thesis proposal this week, and will most likely be my advisor. He said my proposed thesis is “provacative.” That is also really damn good.

And, so long as I can keep on task, I will finish in June, instead of August. Graduation date is about six months from today. That is also really damn good.