So, it’s three weeks until I hand in the final copy of the thesis.  Yip three weeks.  Fuck.

How can I explain 4th year? Panic, denial, panic, denial, interpret, conclude, panic, denial, interpret, conclude.

There is nothing really more I could say except that.  Hopefully by this stage you will be medicated or heavily drinking  and the wrinkles you get around your eyes won’t bother you too much.  There is always botox.