A Mixed Palate of Feelings

So yesterday, my rescheduled class NOT being there messed me up, and guess what, it's only gone and messed up today just as badly.
The class itself was brilliant and original - think, faux mocktail party where people chat about how good or bad your work is (kind of like a down market authors' soiree), mixed with an informative transatlantic Skype call to Manuel Roig-Franzia, author and journalist for The Washington Post, and a smattering of my tutor trying to be hip by assigning an article on Kurt Cobain as required reading. Of course, the remembrance that I needed to be back in my room asap to finish my dissertation chapter was ever present, and only when I got back did I realise how messed up and unprepared I was as a result.
Having sat and stressed and typed and deleted and retyped from 2.30 til 5.30pm with only a little over 100 words to show for it, I had to concede defeat, get some dinner, and then get to Amateur Dramatics rehearsals.
As you might remember, I was really not happy about my casting for this showcase, but having ran through the play itself with several amendments, I am actually not feeling so salty about the whole thing. I am the joke character - clumsy, illiterate, and ditzy - but I kind of like it. With not too many lines, it suits my current work schedule pretty well too. And to top it off, I can only look forward to seeing how those who got my coveted parts perform in my stead.
Anyway, I wanted some down time before I sleep so I'm going to watch YouTube for a bit. I hope I have better news for you this time tomorrow i.e. that I'm done with my chapter two (for now) and have managed most, if not all, of my professional writing reading for next week. See you then!