Seriously, I just named an equation "Equation 184.108.40.206.1". I am totally out of control! This is organization run amok!
p.s. You can blame this totally awesome series of blog posts on Dr. Advisor and the fact that I spend my days writing sentences like "Any sudden peak in any parameter of such a magnitude and of such short duration that it precludes physical explanation..." It makes me want to punch MYSELF in the face and I am afraid to let loose on Blogger for fear you will all show up at my house bearing torches and pitchforks. Not that I wouldn't love to see you all at my house. But maybe instead of torches you could bring Sex and the City DVDs and wine (that I could...um...smell! yes, smell. How is it possible that I set myself up to be pregnant for BOTH the proposal/qualifying process AND the dissertation/defending
Back to making a total fool of myself on paper so Dr. Advisor can rip it to little bitty pieces and make me cry, and possibly also throw things.