I'm so busy it hurts. Like, really hurts. My brain thumps, my back aches, my knees are stiff and there is a severe shortage of cake in my home. People tell me that this is what the last part of writing your PhD is supposed to feel like. I hope they're right about the 'last part' bit. And I hope I don't die before I get to the very last bit of this last part.
In lieu of a recipe, or anything food or even sewing related, I thought I'd resort to the blogger fall back option and post a picture of my cat. But actually, I think a Quincy post is severely overdue. I mean, just look at her.
She makes me very, very happy.
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shes beautiful!
ReplyDeleteDarling, I was thinking of you just last night and wondering how close you are to the end! You'll make it, you'll make it, you'll make it - and oh, the celebrations once you do! Why, you could even book a celebratory flight to Canberra :P
ReplyDeleteYep, this is what birthing a PhD thesis is like. Glad kitty's giving you some comfort.
ReplyDeleteYes, K - she is. I love her to kitty-death.
ReplyDeleteHannah: Maybe Canberra via New York?
Cindy: I really am beginning to understand the birth pregnancy/birth metaphor in a disturbingly real and sickening way. Get out of me, demon!