I just turned in my final Greek exegetical project - 9 minutes before the deadline. It was 18 pages long. How could there be so much to say about 10 verses? Writing this thing has left me feeling like I’ve been driving for hours on end. My butt hurts. I have calluses on my wrists. It’s Tulip Festival so there were marching bands going buy for an hour or two earlier. Then the girls across the street set up their lemonade stand for the 5th straight day and have been shouting “LEMON-AY- ADE, TWINNY FI SINS!!” I want to shake them. Did I mention it’s been going on for 5 days? They haven’t sold any lemonade yet. You’d think they’d give up and go back in the house.
The last several hours have really added to the car-like analogy b/c I tried to shut the windows to drown out the band and the kids, but I got so blasted hot with the sun shining directly at me that I feel car sick. I didn’t have enough time to spare to get up and open the window again.
I didn’t even really do any citations. The new Microsoft Word does them for you…kind of. It’ll take care of in-text stuff but you have to do your own footnotes. I was getting so close to the buzzer that I just skipped out on the footnotes, put in Word’s automatic in-text citations, generated the automatic bibliography and moved on.
I seriously feel like I’m coming off of something. Can you get a hangover from First Peter? This is out of control. Well, I’m going to go drink a lot of water and go walk around the block a few times. Thanks for celebrating/being slightly concerned/commiserating with me.