Sometimes (not often enough) I'm totally in control, witty, charming and fantastic, other times (more often than I'd like) I'm a nut case, chatty and totally inane. I'd honestly be happy with a happy medium or, at least, the ability to choose my moments. Is that too, too much to ask? I mean, really.
Just got back from my meeting with DS and am afraid I gave a fine chatty/inane BT performance. So much so I think that bottle of wine is going to be opened and consumed tonight. I did get invited to the theater so I can't have been that bad, but in my mind's eye this was catastrophic. I seriously doubt DS cares about my adventures with Werner or that my aunt in Germany practically supports my cousin and his family in Bolivia or that soup is a Bolivian staple or that SXSW just finished. And, even if he did find these topics of utmost interest, I'm sure he'd much appreciate it if they were relayed to him at some normal human conversational speed. Instead, we were at the races and I was definitely winning. One part nervousness, one part seeing that he was tired and had work to do, and one part talking about anything to avoid talking about my fieldwork/diss (which, of course, I was there to do!) and we've got an equation for absolute d-i-s-a-s-t-e-r. Poor DS. Better yet, poor me. Must email tomorrow morning to thank and apologize.
Did hear back from my contact at the SCT and stayed up much of the night reading a diss on PIL in India, so that's something. Other than that, I think the only reason I'm here is to feed the mosquitoes.
I really should get out more. Better yet, maybe I should just stay in.
BT
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