Well I have totally fucked up my semester. My boss and I had the conversation that started with "If you don't finish your thesis, you'll still graduate, right?"
The answer is yes, by the way. I can still graduate-- but this is utterly and truly fucked up. I now hate science with a passion, but only because it hated me first.
I need sleep and food and drink. Aaaaah! Back into my cave!
The answer is yes, by the way. I can still graduate-- but this is utterly and truly fucked up. I now hate science with a passion, but only because it hated me first.
I need sleep and food and drink. Aaaaah! Back into my cave!
P.s. I still know you're brilliant, so no one's worried but you!