Reading through my thesis over and over again is making me realise how absolutely mediocre it is. Almost 30,000 words of mediocrity at that. As I said yesterday, editing really is soul-destroying; realising that really, you can't write that well. Not just that, but you pay as much attention to details as a slug.
I don't know why a slug would pay little attention to details, but it would. Promise.
I am toying with my word count, and so have come ridiculously close to the word limit. Ah ah. I don't even want to think about the poor soul who's going to have to read this whole thing, probably a couple of times. I guess they get paid though, right? So it isn't so bad. Not only did I not get paid to do this, but I've actually forked out a good 12,000 pounds (plus living expenses for two years) to do this. How great.
I have to say, I'm not exactly the picture of positivity today.
Must be the bloody lawn mowing (or mown lawing, as I called it earlier) outside my window this morning.
I hate everything and everyone.
The only thing that keeps me going? That bottle of sloe gin in the bar... It's mine. Just wait for it.