You asked where I was.

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.

  1. You get fat.
  2. You get mad cravings for chocolate, ice cream and skittles.
  3. 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.