124 words on the diss; several hundred more on my application, which I finally finished today. I am wrung out. The final step in the application was an hour-long test, which seemed ample enough time at first, but in fact passed in a few eyeblinks, leaving my pencil nearly out of lead and my hand cramped. I have mixed feelings about how I did on it, too. Well, we'll see.

I am now a mere summing-up paragraph away from beginning to revise and glue in the 5,000 words of my earlier attempt at a draft. An exciting thought, except I am too tired to care. My son will wake up from his nap soon, and frankly, I'm just going to sip some green tea and read one of my science fiction pulps until he does.

My brain is done for the day. Fork, anyone?