It's all over bar the screaming

About thirty minutes ago, I wrote the final line of the conclusion to my thesis.

This doesn't mean it's finished. I still have to go back, rewrite my introduction, insert all my citations, and in general edit for clarity. That only feels as though it'll take forever: really, it's only a week or so's worth of work. Less, if I put my head down, barring acts of malevolent deities.

Considering the deadline's in three weeks, this leaves me with a kind of giddy satisfied feeling.

I'm still sick. Less sick, but still sick. And I'm supposed to be going to Glendalough for two and a half days of hillwalking come Monday, so I might be tempting malevolent deities. But hey, you only live once, right? Who knows, maybe I'll hike the plague out of me.

It's all over bar the screaming

About thirty minutes ago, I wrote the final line of the conclusion to my thesis.

This doesn't mean it's finished. I still have to go back, rewrite my introduction, insert all my citations, and in general edit for clarity. That only feels as though it'll take forever: really, it's only a week or so's worth of work. Less, if I put my head down, barring acts of malevolent deities.

Considering the deadline's in three weeks, this leaves me with a kind of giddy satisfied feeling.

I'm still sick. Less sick, but still sick. And I'm supposed to be going to Glendalough for two and a half days of hillwalking come Monday, so I might be tempting malevolent deities. But hey, you only live once, right? Who knows, maybe I'll hike the plague out of me.