Not a good sign for the next three months. I stare wistfully at my bed and daydream of six months from now.
A lingustics professor friend of mine shared with me recently that her grad school adviser wrote her dissertation in a month, locking herself in her office with a bottle of whiskey. I'm not so sure about that method, but hey, it worked for her.
This dissertation might be the death of me.
But I intend to go down swinging.
Wake up!!!! Just kidding. Maybe you should skip bookclub and take a nap!
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