My package from NFLShop arrived via FedEx today and for the first time in two weeks, a package that belonged to me was actually received by me. I was a little worried because I discovered that FedEx does not necessarily require signature confirmation to drop off a package. If I wasn’t here, they would’ve rung the bell of each resident—presumably, including the thief—until they were able to get in and leave the package by my doorstep. What good would that have done? It still would’ve been gone by the time I got home.

Luckily, as I had also realized, the FedEx truck that delivers to our neighboorhood usually doesn’t come around until after regular work hours. So, I was already home and waiting for the package when it arrived. Yay for me. Stef and I ended up watching the Super Bowl DVD during dinner.

Now, on a totally separate note, I must state that I am officially worried about my writing again. The apathy that hit me this morning when I was trying to get out of bed was excruciating and I’m not particularly pleased with what I turned out. As with last time, I’m not certain where the story is going. I’m not certain its going to be in good shape by the deadline. And really, I’m not certain of anything. I can’t afford to get the smackdown again. If I am observed as doing poorly two submissions in a row, I may be in jeopardy.

I am trying to have faith that it will all work out, but its hard when you’ve been bitchslapped in your only previous interaction with your advisor.