baby, what's in that satchel?

it's long been established that i am the queen of procrastination. it's taken almost literally 18 billion billion years for me to complete my research abstract.

i've got half an intro, fragments of sentences, reams of notes, zero direction. oh and also lots of random input from auntie pratma and extremely little time left. so now it was time to suck it up and just do the frakking thing.

oh! i know, what about some nice calming chopin to tune the brain and get those synapses synapsing? a fantastic idea, dingo.

and then ...