A friend asked me yesterday how I’m feeling about my thesis. Well… it’s coming. This past weekend, I spent more than 30 hours rewriting the last chapter (I really wasn’t happy with my first draft) and once it is approved, I can start pulling the whole thing together. There are continuity issues to watch out for, and a pretty long reference list to manage. I need to have the final version forwarded to my supervisor by Thursday for a final read through. As a result, I’m feeling like this:
I love how at the end of the piece, the singers are sounding more and more like a bunch of clucking chickens. That feels just about right.
And off I go.