There is something black and nasty on my sock. Is it a stain? Lint? Poop? Honestly, I don't know, I don't want to look too closely at it. It's really just a disgusting distraction from the stress that has built up in my shoulders. It's like wearing a jacket that is too small; to fit in it I cannot relax and so I sit hunched with my shoulders around my ears.
We have four days till the panel.
Today was one of our last panel meetings, two and a half hours after class this afternoon. Alida provided tim-tams to liven things up, but we got a lot done. Things are falling into place at last, with a format decided, questions planned, and points to be made. Hurrah.
We all have much work to be done this weekend, but it's a relieving kind of work, satisfying because we all know we're nearing the end.
(Everyone in the group harbours a hope that next week during class, we will be given time to work on the panel. We will of course be done with it, and shall instead go buy coffees and chillax. Haha.)
In the meantime, I am getting stage fright already.
I should go to bed now. In the morning I'll post photos (and a review) of the poetry reading I attended tonight.
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