I’m finishing my dissertation. I haven’t left my flat in a month except to go to lectures. All this sunshine and lovely weather we’ve been having? I haven’t enjoyed a single minute of it. That will come this weekend, once I have handed this 100+ page monster in. Although, I may not post this weekend, as I might be dead. Giving birth to a dissertation tends to do that. And if you’re wondering about the ‘birth’ thing, I have a theory about dissertations.
Writing a dissertation is like being pregnant.
- You get fat.
- You get mad cravings for chocolate, ice cream and skittles.
- You don’t want anyone to touch your beautifully babies once they’re bound.
No one has disagreed with me yet.
Boy, I’m tired.