It's always the patriarchy.
I've been rambling for at least three sentences here, so let me get to the point (if there is, in fact, a point). I turned in my thesis. It is in no way done, however, but I turned it in by the due date of before midnight on the 15th. I turned it in at 11:56pm, to be precise. Haha, no YOU'RE the procrastinator.
It wasn't me procrastinating though, promise. I have two readers, both of which had comments. Look, I'll do the math for you here...it's like...I had like, 100 pages of edits. Ok, that's not it *counts on fingers* *gives up*. It doesn't matter how many edits I had, but it was a lot.
The process continues with my readers viewing the "final" product and giving it back to me with "nope, try again". Then I re-edit until they approve. I have so many library fines, you guys. So many.
To celebrate yesterday, I stayed in bed the whole day and worried about my future. I'm like a go-to party all the time. I finally got out of bed at 6pm to meet a friend for beer/wine. He likes beer and I think beer should be wine more often.
I am having an existential crisis of "what the fuck happens after academia?" and "how does money work?" and...oh god, I'm hyperventilating again.
That's the update.
|Cool, here's the window to my soul. Or whatever.|