For real, this time

So, my paper was finally accepted. I should be bouncing off the walls, but really the whole thing was kind of anticlimactic.

Now I'm spending most of my time trying to move forward with the project and figure out when the heck I might graduate.

That's kind of the story of my life, isn't it? Even when I accomplish something, I'm already thinking of the next thing I need to do. I guess it sort of makes sense in this situation, though, since I'd like to graduate as soon as possible and move on to Phase 3(?) of life. Or maybe this will be Phase 4.

Sometimes (okay, usually) I feel like I am living in every possible time of my life except for the present. Maybe I should learn to meditate or something.